"No matter how much time may pass, you'll always be my most favorite in the whole world!" The blond boy called.
The little personification of Italy itself smiled and waved as the love of his life walked off. That was the last time he'd ever see that boy. The last time he'd ever see the Holy Roman Empire.
Or so he thought.
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"Look Italy, you've got a letter from Holy Rome." The voice of Austria himself called.
It had only been a month but Italy had missed Holy Rome, almost as much as he missed his brother Romano.
"I'm coming!" Italy shouted happily.
The little boy dropped the feather duster in his hand before running out the room, down the corridor and to the music room that Mr. Austria was always in. When he arrived, he could see the Austrian man shuffling through envelops and letters. His violet eyes looked through his glasses as he met the little Italian Auburn ones.
"Here." He said, a gentle tone in his usually harsh voice as he handed the boy the letter.
"Oh grazie!" Italy smiled before taking the letter gratefully.
The little boy ran out of the room, down the long corridor again, up the wooden stairs before finally reaching his room.
Austria let out a brief grin before searching through the mail yet again.
"They are so sweet aren't they?" Hungary spoke as she dusted off the man's grand piano.
"Oh Elizabeta, you have such a soft spot for romance." Austria chuckled.
Meanwhile, up in his room, Italy was reading over the letter Holy Rome sent him.
Dear Italy,
It's only been a short time but I miss you more than anything. I think of you every night before I go to bed. I can't keep my mind off of you for a second my dear. I'm sorry that it has to be like this, with all the wars going on. I can't wait to finally see you after everything. Anyway, how have you been? I hope you've been good and staying strong for me no matter what. I hope Mr. Austria hasn't scolded you too much. By the way, how are he and Miss Hungary? I hope they've been all right too. I don't have much time to write right now, so this will be a short letter. Again, I miss you and I love you. I wish I could've told you I love you in person but don't worry, when I see you again, I promise to tell you I love you every day. Well, see you soon my dear Italy.
Love, Holy Rome
Italy found himself in tears by the time he was done reading through the letter. He loved him Holy Rome really loved him. They both loved each other and that's all that mattered.
The boy held the letter close to his chest as a smile danced across his lips and the tears fell down from his eyes. After a few minuets of staying like this, he sat up and hopped of from his bed. He should write Holy Rome a letter too, so he could know how much he loved the nation.
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Two weeks had passed and Austria soon found himself going through another stack of mail. Upon seeing a recognizable letter, he let a small smile take over his lips.
"Italy, you've got mail!"
"Coming!" that was the reply that he received from the boy.
In a matter of seconds, Italy had run in to the room. Austria silently handed the boy his mail and Italy gratefully accepted it before running back to his room to read it.
It was a routine, every two weeks the same thing would happen. Italy would get a letter from Holy Rome and Austria would call him into the music room to get it. The letters came back and forth for months until one day when that all changed.
Now, almost a year later, Italy was cleaning up the messy den while he waited for Austria to call out his name.
But he never did.
So the Italian boy walked into the music room to see Austria searching through mail. Maybe Mr. Austria missed the letter or forgot to call him.
"Did I get a letter, Mr. Austria?" Italy asked with a little hope in his voice.
Austria hummed in response before checking through everything again.
"No, not today, sorry." Came his reply.
"Oh." The boy sighed.
Maybe it would come in tomorrow! It just had to!
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And so tomorrow came but a letter did not. Italy did not know that he'd never get a letter from Holy Rome again.