It's Okay
Summary: Holy Rome may have loved Italia for more than nine centuries but as long as his love was happy, that was what mattered… Even if it wasn't with him...
Holy Rome didn't know what had happened. One minute it was dark, the next it was light, and he was floating over a meadow. To his shock, in the meadow was his Italia(and she was a he!) and Italia was with another person, man who looked like him. Italia and the man were holding hands; Italia skipping while the other walked a bit more stiffly.
Holy Rome didn't know what to think. Was this real? Why was he here? Why was he seeing this? Was that even his Italia and who was the man with him?
Either way, Italia looked very happy with the other man and the man looked happy too. Who was the man? Suddenly Italia spoke.
"Isn't it a nice day today Doitsu?" Italia beamed; swinging their conjoined hands.
Holy Rome vaguely remembered the name as Japanese, and roughly translated to Germany; something like that.
The man gave a half-smile. "Yes, it is," he replied softly and squeezed Italia's hand.
The man was happier than he let on Holy Rome noticed; very happy, like Italia was the sun of his world. It was kind of how Holy Rome remembered it with Italia so long ago.
Suddenly, Italia kissed the man on the cheek. "Ti amo Doitsu," he grinned.
Germany's face became bright red and he stammered, though in confidence. "Ich liebe dich Italia," he replied, smiling more warmly.
Holy Rome froze in shock; love, the loved each other? A single tear fell down his cheek and Holy Rome instantly wiped it away. Why was he crying? All he's ever wanted was for Italia to be loved like she/he deserved…
Even if it wasn't with him.
Holy Rome silently closed his eyes before he looked at them. Italia was now hugging the man closely, nuzzling his face in an affectionate manner of over exuberance that the other took it in stride, turning redder and redder. Holy Rome smiled softly.
"I give you my Italia. Germany, make him happy in my place."
Holy Rome slowly phased away from existence.
Italy suddenly felt a cold chill take over him and he shivered. Germany noticed.
"Are you okay Italia?" Germany asked in concern.
Italy smiled reassuringly. "I'm fine Doitsu," he replied.
Germany smiled. "Good," he said softly.