"I will wait for you Holy Rome! I will never forget you!"
He never forgot about the time he shared with Holy Rome. Every time he saw Germany his heart broke a little. But he had to be strong for Holy Rome. Sure, Holy Rome thought he was a girl, but he loved him none the less.
"Italy! I'm home!" Italy quickly wiped away his tears, for he could not bear Germany to see him this way. But Germany saw the tears Italy shed before he could hide them.
"Italy! What's wrong?"
"N-Nothing!" Italy whimpered. He could not stand telling anyone about his dear Holy Rome!
"You know you can tell me anything!" Germany's heart broke. He had never seen him act like this. He swooped Italy up in his arms and placed him in his lap.
He couldn't help himself. Italy just burst into tears in front of Germany. "I miss Holy Roman Empire! He said he would come back to me! He lost the war and I never got to see him again! He just left me!
Somehow that name seamed familiar to the German. "Who was the Holy Roman Empire?"
"When I was still just a little Nation at Mr. Austria's house, we became close friends. We would draw together and play in the sun. Oh Germany! I loved him! He wanted me to join him so we could be the strongest Nation ever! I even gave him my push broom to remember me by when he left for war!"
That made Germany flinch. He ran up the stairs and grabbed something from the attic. When he ran back down he was holding something in his hands.
"I remember being in the war. I was lying in the infirmary when a doctor came up to me. He said, 'You lost your memory from being hit in the head with the butt of a gun. We think this is yours.' the doctor handed me this push broom. 'People say that they saw you holding on to it and chanting "I'm sorry!" before you blacked out.' I honestly can;t remember anything before that. They told me that I was Germany, And then I was sent home from the war.'
Italy swallowed him in a big hug. "I'm so sorry Italy! I'm sorry I ever left you!"
"I love you Germany! I always have and always will! Thank you! Thank you for coming back to me!" Italy placed a feather-light kiss upon Germany's lips then broke it.
Germany pulled him forward and deepened the kiss, thinking about how much he loved Italy.
All Italy could think about was how Holy Roman Empire had come back to him. He remembered their first kiss. Neither of them had been to experienced, but they knew that they loved each other very much, despite their young age. They just lay there for the rest of the night, listening to each other breathe and telling them how much they loved them.
And they all died! The end! No! XD Just kidding! I wouldn't do that to you! I know it's still short, but should I continue? R&R mai peeps!
