AN: so this is just kind of a sad chibitalia x holy Rome\ GerIta fic. Character death blah blah blah. Rated T for safety cuz, I suffer from a severe case of potty mouth and not giving a fuck about societal rules. people get sensitive over that shit… soo yah. Enjoy!

Ps. Before you Neanderthals out there go commenting about how 'societal' is "not a word" (it has happened before. Way too many fucking times…) get a fucking dictionary. It's there. Therefore, classified as (unless I'mmistaken) a word.

Thank you.

Chapter 1

"good morning, Holy Rome!" chimed Italy as he ran to greet the young empire. Before the nation before him held out his hands, telling the smaller country to halt.

"stop!"

"huh?" Italy was confused, he had always glomped his young friend, Holy Rome had not objected before… what was going on? Why did he look so sad?

"…why do you run when I chase you… yet chase me when I run?" he said, sounding less shy and more broken. It hurt, like a slap to the face.

"Holy Rome…"

"listen, Italy. There's one thing I need to tell you." The growing empire stopped for a calming breath, "I'm sorry about everything. I have to leave so you can feel at ease."

"W-what do you mean?" Italy questioned, his innocence sweet like the finest candy.

"I mean exactly what I said."

"Holy Rome! We better get going." Called one of his many mortal soldiers.

"Oh, kay." He acknowledged the man, then, turned to his long time crush and close friend, "See you then, take care."

"Ah… are you really leaving?" 'No, I don't want you to, Holy Rome.' "Wait! Wait! Oh no! what should I do!? HOLY ROME!" he was frantic, and beginning to cry. This was all so sudden, he didn't understand.

"I-I'll give this to you…this… think of it as me and take it with you, Holy Rome…" he held up his broom, while trying to stifle his tears, big brother Romano says that boys don't cry, its not 'manly'.

"Ah- a push broom? Why are you giving me such a thing?" memories flashed before his eye's, of all the time he had seen his beloved Italy with that very broom. "Italy…' a small pained smile crept to his chubby little face 'Thank you. I accept your feelings." The soldiers accompanying the young nation pondered at the token quietly before continuing to listen in on the adorable drawn out goodbye.

"Well then, I'll give you something too. What do people do for someone they like at your home?"

Italy replied almost immediately, amber eyes still leaking a few tears. "K-kiss… I think…"

"I see." Leaning in to the kiss he said the words he thought he'd never say, "I've always liked you, you know. Since the tenth century." And their lips met. It was slow, and enough to melt the heart of every burly soldier spying in on the scene. One even shed a tear, though he'll swear up and down it was simply some dust in his eye.

Pulling apart, Italy looked at Holy Rome, Eye's wide with wonder. "R-really?"

The nation looked at Italy seriously "Yes, really. I'm not lying."

Italy lit up, overjoyed that this was no some joke. "I'm happy to hear that." He said as if Holy Rome could not see the joy on his angelic features.

Tripping over his words in his new found hope and wonder he begins his farewells anew, "W-well see you, Italy. When the war is over, I'll definitely come to see you."

Tears once again falling down cherubic cheeks, Italy makes his promise to the little empire, "O-okay, I'll be waiting. I'll be waiting for you. I'll make lots of sweets and wait for you." Italia stopped as though finished before adding "O-oh and don't get injured, or sick! We'll see each other again for sure okay? We will okay? For sure okay?"

As a last goodbye Holy Roman Empire threw out his arm in a salute making his own silent vow "I promise, I will come back for you, Italia!" and with that, he was gone, and he was never coming back.

It wasn't until August 12 of 1806, that news reached Italy.

It broke Elizaveta's heart, when Roderich told her the news. Hungary watched everyday for years. He had waited so long, like a patient house wife, waiting for her husband to come home form war, cleaning the empty room where he used to stay scrubbing the empty floors and walls with vigour, or, making his favourite pastries and squirreling them away to be eaten by the excited boy upon his return, only to be sent a letter, with condolences. For on August 6th 1806, the Holy Roman Empire was abolished, and to a nation that meant one thing and one thing only.

Death.

Poor Italy was broken. The news shattering his very being. He broke down sobbing, the only words Elizaveta were able to distinguish being 'he promised', only to be followed by fresh sobs. Each one sending a knife through the woman who considered herself a sort of, foster mother to the younger nation. In all the years she had known Italy, she had only ever seen him smile.

She wouldn't see him smile again for a very long time.

AN: Okay guys, chapter 2 coming soon, we will finally get Germany into the picture, but I will warn you, I am completely de-railing the actual show now. It will have some actual historical dates and stuff, like this chapter and of course, somewhat follow the storyline of Hetalia but other than that, from here on out it will be mostly my imagination. Plz Review.

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