Okaay, so I meant to type this story like a month ago, but I forgot all about it. By the way, Lydia if your reading this I did not steal your idea, I wrote this story the day after Steph's party. Anyway, Enjoy :3

I was once known as Holy Roman Empire. Back then, I had been in love with a girl named Italy. Although I loved her we were separated by war. I thought of her often. I wasn't sure if she was dead or alive, but I hoped one day we'd meet again. Years went by, and I grew up. People stopped referring to me as "Holy Roman Empire" and started referring to me as Germany. Many, many, years after, I had started to forget about the girl I had once loved, I met Italy. He reminded me of someone I had met before, but I couldn't figure out who. I still remembered the person I once was, yet I couldn't remember anything else about back then. One night I was doing paper work when Italy walked in.

"I made pasta!" He cried a smile spreading across his whole face. I watched him look around the room. He hadn't been in here before so I didn't mind his staring, but then his eyes fixated on a single photo. It was a photo from my youth with a girl I couldn't remember and I holding hands. Italy stared at the photo for a long time, then he spotted a push broom in the corner. It wasn't a regular push broom, it was her push broom. I had memorized the floral pattern that decorated the handle. I smiled to myself, then realized Italy's smile had disappeared.

"Did you kill Holy Rome?" he asked sadly.

"Vat? No." I replied confused.

"Then why do you have that picture, and that broom?" Italy asked tears forming in his eyes.

"A girl I had once loved gave it to me, and the picture is just a picture of her and I." I mumbled thinking of the girl.

"Holy Rome?" Italy asked.

"Yes, I used to be Holy Roman-"I started. "Vait, you said "Holy Rome" only vun person has ever called me that."

"HOLY ROME!" Italy cried wrapping his arms around me.

"Vat are you talking about, Italy?"

"It's a me, Italy!" He cried reminding me of Mario.

"Yeah, I kind of realized that, may you explain in more detail please?" I asked.

"I'm Italy, but I'm not a girl. When I was a child, I lived at Holy Roman Empires house. Miss Hungary put me in her old clothes and Austria thought I was a girl so he didn't bother to get me new ones. I lived and worked there, and became friends with Holy Rome. Soon I started to like him a lot. One day, he left and I gave him my push broom. Then he kissed me." Italy explained. The thought of being in love with Italy horrified me. Somehow, I had fallen for him, but that was when we were young. I wasn't sure of his feelings, so I didn't want to say the wrong thing. I knew at any moment Italy could speak again. He could say he loved me, or he could say he hated me.

"Er, Germany, can I tell you something as I you were Holy Rome?" Italy asked.

"Of coarse, what is it?" I asked.

"Holy Rome, I loved you for most of my life. I've missed you since you left, and I've wanted to see you again for as long as I can remember. But now that I know you're Germany, I can't love you the same way I once had. I'm really sorry." Italy cried. Somehow his comment had hurt me. Although I was thinking the same thing, I wanted him to love me. I wanted to be with Italy, I wanted his love once again.

"Then how about thins, don't go out with me because I'm Holy Rome, go out with me because I'm Germany."

Italy stared deep into my eyes. "Do you only want that because of who I used to be, or do you want to date me for who I am now?" He asked. I looked at him unable to answer for the longest time.

"For someone who acts weak and stupid, you're actually smart." I finally mumbled.

"I think I know your answer." Italy half smiled then walked away.

The End.