Blue Beads
North Italy, Veneziano
I'm the personification of northern Italy, Italia Veneziano! Blue usually stands for happiness right? Then that's a color I would like.
I'm the happy one. My fratello is always cussing other people out. I always have this smile on my face that makes everyone think I'm happy-go-lucky. It's really a mask.
At home I'm still quieter than my fratello, but obscenities in Italian or English aren't what come out of his mouth. They're usually words of comfort. We've been through many things, and I've received the blunt of everything. I always got hit first, then Romano.
One day, we were called to see the Pope. He gave us a set of blue rosaries; one for each of us. Blue? Is it a sign of sadness? Pity for the eternal life that we have to live, enduring the pains of our people until our people stop calling themselves "Italian?" I guess so. The cheery face I wear is to hide my sadness. Romano is the only one that knows.
All the other nations think our rosary beads are white. They don't see the true colors.
Blue. A color of sadness. It's a color I'd like.