He rested beside the perky window. It was here again. Snow began to descend from the gray hopeless sky, just like every year. He was waiting though. It's funny, though. He wouldn't move from that spot besides when he had chores to do. He would sleep in the same spot, awake in the same spot.. Dine in the same spot.. Paint in the same spot.
He'll come today. I know it.
Yet Italy tells himself that, the diminutive boy never does come..
"Italy!" A proper male steps into the room, his violets eyes cold and stark. He crossed his arms against his torso as he stood upright. The man frightened Italy, but at the same time.. Something about the man relieved him. Italy paced to the man, his woeful eyes looking up to the man's.
"Mr. Austria.." Italy's voice quivered. Austria looked down on the petite boy for a couple of long-lasting minutes. He then shook his head and let out a slight sigh.
"Just do your chores," He marched off, his expression now filled with sorrow. Even the master of the manor was in gloom. Nothing was going right.. Italy's heart was heavy; he knew that the atmosphere had changed ever since HRE's separation to war. Italy weakly soaked a wet cloth and began to scrub the walls. The iciness of the water froze Italy's scrawny little fingers..
I want to see him.. Can I see him? Does he want to see me too?
A yellow stained letter sat on a low shelf, waiting to be opened. The paper had caught Italy's attention from the corner of his eye. Maybe it was for Austria? If it is then.. Italy could give it to him! After all, he did forget about it! What if it's important?
Curious, Italy waddled over to the shelf. It was unopened.. Quickly, he carefully dragged over a caramel colored wooden chair and stood upon the maroon cushion attached to the seat. The letter was larger than a normal one.
"It's pretty worn out," Italy blew dust off the thin coverage. Bills, maybe? He took his finger and tore the top of it, revealing a blood stained letter with torns and cuts. Bloodstained..? Italy knew he shouldn't read it but.. He would never know if it's important! Something confused him though..
The top of the letter was signed with "To my dearest Italy".
"For me?" Italy's pale cheeks flushed pink. She pulled out the long folded paper out of the envelope. The black alphabet on the paper was messy and smudged..
"To my dearest Italy,
I write with words of affection and hope. I want to see you. The war is devastating and I have seen thousands of men fall. The only thing keeping me head up is the fact that I can return home and see you. We'll be a greater empire. I do wish to return now but I mustn't yet. Please know this Italy. If I don't return and I am defeated.. I'll be with you forever. I don't regret anything and neither should you. I'm confident that we'll reunite someday.. When you cry I'll, even if I'm not there physically, wipe away your tears. I'll pick you back up again when you fall.
I love you,
HRE."
HRE...
Tears ran down Italy's cheek and dropped onto his green dress, staining it with a darker shade. He hugged the letter tightly, clenching it to his chest.
"Holy Roman..! Holy Roman..! We'll see each other! Soon!" His throat felt tight. It was hard to swallow.. It was..
