Here's the second chapter of "A Daisy for You"
Italy began counting the days, weeks, and months that went by without Holy Rome. Every day he would finish his chores and find himself wandering back to the window where he visits. After a few weeks of this, Italy had brought a bed in there so that he would be there in case Holy Rome returned during the night while he was sleeping.
On one cloudy day Italy was allowed to skip his chores. Mr. Austria had only done this once before, when Holy Roman Empire left for the first time. Was he just doing this out of the kindness of his heart? Italy refused to worry about it and focused on waiting by the window.
"I-Italy..." said a quivering voice from the door frame. "Italy, come here, come close to me…" Italy turned to see that the quivering voice belonged to Miss Hungary. Tears were slowly falling down her cheeks. Italy slowly approached her dazed friend as she grabbed him in a hug.
"Italy…I-I'm so sorry" She sniffled. "H-he will always b-be alive in our…h-hearts…"
Italy didn't move… "Holy Rome…isn't here…anymore…"
Hungary didn't reply she continued to hold Italy and slowly rock him back and forth. Her tears fell like bullets on top of his head. He could see him now. His soft pale face, topped off with his golden blonde hair. His two blue eyes grinning at a light, and he faded.
"He's not coming back…" Italy said as tears started to flow down his cheeks slowly. "He's not coming back…"
Italy just stood there letting the tears fall onto Hungary's dress.
He's not coming back…
The room was dark except for a crack in the window's curtains. Italy sits on the floor not moving, just watching the window waiting for a sign. His face, his laugh, his voice, the yellow finch, the daisy….
Austria suddenly barged into the room exposing the light from the hallway. He looked at Italy with disgust.
"Are you going to be like this forever?" He said in a rough cold voice. "ITALY!"
When Italy didn't answer, he continued. "I do not believe this either, but this is not a reason to stop us, we must keep going. Now come get up…" He extended a hand towards Italy expecting him to grab it and leave this room for good. "As it is this child-"
"Then….you…understand…." Italy said in a distant voice cutting Austria off mid sentence and ignoring his hand completely.
Austria stood there and listened, but he was on edge. "…..He….promised me…that the…next time that ….we met…we would….be together…so Mr. Austria….you have to wait…..we have to wait…I have to wait…he'll be back soon….he's coming back….. He's co-"
Italy stopped instantly when Mr. Austria's hand met his face with a loud smack that echoed into the hallway. "ACT PROPERLY!"
Italy widened his eyes and held his face, he didn't cry though his face was still numb from the tears.
"HOLY ROME IS NOT HERE ANYMORE! HE IS NOT COMING BACK! LOOK AT THE REALITY AND STOP RUNNING AWAY ITALY!" He spat.
"HE LIVED ELGANTLY TO RUN AWAY FROM HIS OWN FATE! WHY CAN'T YOU UNDERSTAND CHILD?" He screamed, but he seemed concerned now.
"….Even if you do not understand….what would you do? What will you do Italy?" Austria asked.
"I….I….." Italy stuttered.
"Even if there wasn't that child's death, there would be nothing else to do. Did he not promise you that you would live together?"
"Si…" Italy nodded.
"Then live."
"I…I-I" Italy stuttered again with tears stinging his eyes.
"Because as long as you keep the promise and live, then a little bit of Holy Rome's soul will live on with you." Austria concluded.
Italy only nodded.
I will become strong for Holy Roman Empire. I will live for him with all my might.
Living.
Living.
I will continue to live and strive.
Then when time passes, the hope will return…
Years passed and the time was World War One. Italy had grown, and was now the age of 21. He was still weak, if not weaker now than he was back then. He had taken to hiding whenever he was on the battlefield. Behind trees, digging holes and covering them with leaves, today he had chosen hiding in an old tomato box he had found outside of a hut.
He sat in the box hoping no one would approach him and let him sit there. Today was the anniversary, Holy Rome died on this day. Today was the day he left forever…
Suddenly, there was a tapping on the box. Italy jumped. What should he do? The thing outside is bound to open the box…
"Hello! I AM A BOX OF TOMATOES FAIRY! LET US BE FRIENDS AND PLAY WITH EACH OTHER!" He shouted at the stranger outside.
"I see," said a gruff voice. "There is someone inside."
Italy panicked and backed up to the farthest corner of the box. "YOU'RE WRONG THERE IS NO ONE IN HERE!"
The box began to move, the lid slowly started to open, but was doing all it could to stay shut, however this person was extremely strong. Too strong, the lid popped off sending the person flying backwards with the lid falling onto his face.
Italy didn't know what else to do other than to beg. "I'M SORRY I LIED PLEASE DON'T SHOT ME! I'M TOO YOUNG TO DIE!"
Italy looked at the person on the ground to see it was a man. The stranger grunted and picked himself off the ground, knocking the lid to the grass. He reached for his gun and aimed it in between Italy's eyes. "WHO ARE YOU?" he shouted.
There was a cap on top of the strangers head but Italy thought he looked familiar, he didn't respond.
The stranger to off the cap revealing two bright blue eyes and golden hair that was slicked back away from his face. "I will repeat myself again, WHO…ARE…YOU?"
Italy went breathless. This man clearly was not Holy Roman Empire…but why did he remind him so much of Holy Rome? Was it his eyes? His hair? His skin?
Italy…
Tears came to Italy's eyes. It's his voice.
Italy…we'll meet again…even if I cannot do the impossible…we will meet again…I promise…
Is this what he meant? He couldn't survive so he sent this stranger in his place…?
"I-I'm Italy." He stuttered.
The stranger's eyes seemed to soften a little… "My name Is Germany."
"Germany…" Italy said with a smile, "Let's be friends!"
His soul, it does live on.
Well, there you have it. And btw to those of you out there who keep saying Germany is not Holy Roman Empire, PICK UP A TEXTBOOK AND READ IT. You will soon see that you're wrong. Geez. Alright, well thanks for reading!
Again, I do not own the original story.
