Disclaimer: I do not own. It's Himaruya's, and so is Romania's hat. *emoface*

Caro Holy Rome,

I miss you a lot. Signor Austria seems really stressed all the time, so Signora Hungary and I have to be really quiet when we do our chores. I wish you could come back soon; I have invented a new pasta sauce and I want you to try it.

Please come home.

Amore, Italy

Liebe Italy,

I miss you too. The warfront is very depressing, and sometimes it feels like we are losing. My generals are running out of ideas, and it just keeps raining. I would like to try your pasta sauce a lot; it would brighten the hearts of my weary soldiers. I drew a picture of a stream we found. I hope you like it.

I want to come home.

Schatz, Holy Rome

Caro Holy Rome,

I like your picture a lot, and Miss Hungary helped me hang it on the wall in my room. It makes me so happy. It is almost spring time, and the flowers are starting to bloom. I can send you the recipe for the pasta sauce. Maybe it will help. I painted the church tower for you and I am sending it with this letter. Good luck. I miss you.

I hope you can come back soon.

Amore, Italy

Liebe Italy,

Thank you for the recipe and the picture. I tried to make the sauce, but it did not taste quite right, like something was missing. I think it is better when you make it. The picture I hung on the post of my tent, and it makes me feel better, especially when we lose a battle, which is more often now. Thank you. I miss you too.

I hope so too.

Schatz, Holy Rome

Caro Holy Rome,

Big brother France says you lost. Are you all right? I am happy that it makes you happy. Please, I want to come home so I can show you the flowers around the house. They have gotten so beautiful. The berries are getting ready to be picked, and we just have a few more days until Miss Hungary's birthday.

Please be all right. You promised to come home again.

Amore, Italy

Cher Italy,

This is France. I told you, Holy Rome lost. I am coming to Austria's house to tell you something very important. I did not want to crush such a beautiful love, but my boss is warlike and does not care for such things.

I have your pictures, petite choue, and I will bring them with me.

Amour, France

Caro Holy Rome,

I am burning this letter after I finish, because big brother France says you are dead. You promised to come home, Holy Rome, and I really wanted you to see the flowers and pick the apples with me. You were not here for four years, and never will come back. I miss you. I will never forget you.

I love you.

Amore per sempre, Italy

Thoughts? (It'll probably be more polished later, and I might add more chapters of Italy's life later... Germany may or may not be involved.)