It had been a long time since I had been home. I hope the people took good care of it I walked down the street that I used to live on. It looked so wrong, what was this place? I only went to war for - how long? I don't know, but I can't wait to see her. The thought of Italy made my feet so light. I knew she had waited for me. I left my brother's side and I ran the short distance back. Austria left my house, but she saidshe'd be there. I reached home and… what? It was in shambles. My home…it was gone. It had been so big, but it was now in ruins. "What-what happened?" I thought aloud
Prussia came from behind. For a rare moment, he was somber. Still, he had a smirk on when he said "You hoped Italy would be here for you, didn't you?" I felt tears swell within my eyes. "Hey-whoa!" Prussia shouted, "No man cries. You faced down armies, and what, one misfortune stops you?"
I faced him "It-it's not just that!" I said between tears. "She was EVERYTHING to me! She was my love…my…"
He laughed "Like it matters! You'll find another. Let's go home. Myhome." I swiped my tears away and kept walking.
Theyearsafterwardwereablurtome.Idon'trememberalot.She wasn'tthere.Mylove,myfirst,wherewasshe?Really,itfeltlikeIwasasleep,andmybrotherranthecountry.Years,acentury,Ithink,passed.Whatdidtimematter?
I grew quickly, becoming a somber, tough man. Nothing like my brother, I didn't want to be like him. It was World War I now, and it was a bloody fight. I supposedto look for a descendant of the Roman Empire, the ancient country I revered, yet something didn't seem right. I felt something in my body? Was it a yearning? Or was I just hungry? My last wurst was eaten a long time ago.
That's weird…what's a box during here? Hmmm… it says "tomatoes," what the heck! The voice says it is the Box of Tomatoes Fairy, but why tomatoes? I tried picking it up, how can it be so heavy?
Oh, it's a…person? He can't be the grandson of the Roman Empire, yet he looks like… NO! It's a trick, a trap. "Go to hell, you pasta-loving chortle!" I yelled, hitting the boy with the butt of gun. I don't care if he cries, for I loved and lost and will never love again.
