Hi guys~! My name is Miharu! This i my first story. I really hope its good. Lets start!

Rain. All Italy could see was rain. Running through the dark streets of Rome trying to see past the tears and rain drops as he headed towards the southern part of Italy, to his brother. His heart weighed down with pain His love was gone, the only name going through his head was the one of his deceased love.

Holy Roman Empire.

His love promised to come home. Italy waited, day after day, patiently for Holy Rome. He believed he would come home, Italy was so sure. The young, small nation gave him his deck broom and they even kissed on it. Then how come Italy waited so long. France was to be the bearer of bad news and tell the poor hopeful boy and oh he wished that he didn't end the empire's life, France watched as the green clad maid as he ran out the door.

As Italy ran up the steps to his brother's house he tripped on his untied shoelaces and felt the pain as the dress tore through the cheap fabric as his knee scrapped the ground. His dull amber eyes gazed brokenly as the blood washed of the cobblestone and into the ground. Getting up on shaky legs he walked the final steps to his older sibling's door.

Knock

Knock

The only answer the young Italian was a echo of "CHIGIIII!"

Bam

Bang

The young boy started to turn and walk back to Austria's house a bang made him turn back in surprise. there in the doorway stood Italy Romano in his night clothes with an angry, but shocked expression on his face. "Fratello! The fuck are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be at that uptight bastard's house waiting for the potato asshole to come home? Wait. Why are you here?"

As the older Italian twin questioned Italy he slowly noticed his current state. Down trodden eyes, red and puffy, dress torn slightly at the knees, and soaked to the bone. Needless to say Romano was surprised. Gesturing for his brother to come in Romano got a change of clothes and slightly cold pasta. It suddenly occurred to Italy that it was night and his brother was getting ready for bed.

" Mi dispiace. I didn't know you were sleeping.", apologizing the young boy hugged his brother.

" Idiota. Its okay to come to me for your problems to be solved. Now tell me what the fuck happened."

Nodding at his brother Italy to him his story. How he was starting his chores, how France pull him to the side, how Hungary held him when the news came that Holy Rome was dead, how he traveled to his brother of all people for support. Romano sat there the whole time as his brother told his story. When he finished Romano said, " Stay the night here then go back to Austria's house in the morning. And I'm not taking no for a fucking answer. I'm tired, you're tired and wet, go change and get to fucking bed. Got it fratellino?" Agreeing Italy ate his pasta, washed the plate, and got ready for bed.

Romano was in bed waiting for sleep to take him to a dreamland as his door opened slowly. Looking up he saw Italy stand there clutching a pillow in his hands waiting for an invitation. Groaning, Romano pulled back the covers for his unusually quiet brother. As the two lay there Romano realized how much his family(and Spain) meant to him. Watching Italy's peaceful face in the sleep that evaded himself he vowed to protect him from this kind of pain...

Forever.

Wandering aimlessly through a field of absolute devastation, a man walked. As a fluffy, yellow bird few near his head he walked. White hair glistening in the moonlight, red eyes scanning the land for any living soul, pale skin red with blood and covered in sweat. He can basically smell the approaching rain. When he was about to leave the battlefield the albino heard coughing. Looking through the land for the source of noise. As he came closer he saw a boy.

A boy?

Question fluttered through his head, the white haired man looked for any injuries. His noticeable characteristics where absolutely puzzling. Wounds littered his 10 year old sized body, blond hair matted with dirt, flesh and blood, half-lidded blue eyes starred at him with a pleading in his eyes.

"What's your awesome name?"

"I don't know"

Finally the pain had made the blonde faint. Picking him up the albino smiled softly. His word leaving with the wind and upcoming rain.

" I am the awesome Prussia. Since your my new bruder, you can call me Gilbert."

Walking away with the blonde boy safely tucked in his arms Prussia noticed the flags in the area. One was Frances and the others was the Holy Roman Empires. Laughing softly he new that the future was going to be awesome as hell. He just hoped to hell that the boy knew who he was and why he was in a battlefield any way. Smirking the albino headed for his home with a chirping bird behind him.

Hungary looked in the young maid's room, tears streaming down her face. God was right, poor Italy had gone. Left the house, the Hungarian walked slowly down the mansion's hallway. Pictures of Austria's bosses lined the wall. All of the painted with such detail she wished that she had the skills to do that.

A certain man walked down the same hall in her direction. Slightly messy dark hair with a hair curling upwards from the left side of his forehead. Purplish eyes watching her slightly shaken form. Austria asked the worst question to ask at the time.

"Where is Italy? Why did she leave? I demand to know this instant.", his voice rang with authority a noble could only hope to posses. Hungary fidgeted with the hem of her night gown. He could tell she was nervous. Hungary opened her mouth to talk but no words came out. Dismissing her with a wave of his hand he watched as she went to her room, then walked into the young Italian's room.

His sentence broke the night's graceful silence. As Europe slept his words were not heard by anyone.

"Please come back Holy Rome... just so Italy can."

fratellino- little brother

mi dispiace- i'm sorry

bruder- brother

Yes in my story Austria is good to act nice to Italy. Yes this is a Holy Rome is Germany story. I hope to hell it was good. Please no flames! Ciao~!

-Miharu