Over the recent years, Venezia's water levels have risen drastically and the city has become one that is inconvenient for humans to live in. The population is on the decrease. Many buildings have been closed off. The area is slowly being infected by the sea.

After being pulled apart. And apart. And apart. And apart. I finally realized. I realized that this beautiful world shone, only because it was behind that smile.

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The Italian sun beat down on the city harshly that day. So the cool salty water felt good against a certain Italian's skin. Said Italian kicked his legs, and swam toward the surface of the water. He poked his head out of the water and happily drew in a breath. "I found it!" He panted, as he eyed the stone-like object that sent him diving into the water just moments earlier.

"Veneziano!" The nation whipped his head around at the sound of his name, causing his auburn locks to stick to his face.

"What the fuck are you doing?" The southern half of Italy said, turning his moped off.

"Where's Germany?" Italy asked, as he climbed out of the water.

"Well hello to you too, jerk. I don't know." Romano scoffed, obviously annoyed.

Italy didn't seem to notice, "Weird, he was just here a second ago…"

Romano rolled his eyes, "Maybe he went off somewhere 'cause you were fucking around in the water."

"Oh, okay! I'll go look for him!" Italy started to run off in a random direction.

"Oi, wait!" Romano yelled, then let out an annoyed sigh when his little brother didn't listen to him.

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"Germany!"

Said German turned his gaze away from the water filled streets, to his exhausted looking Italian friend, "Italy… what were you doing? You disappeared on me."

"I'm sorry," Italy quickly apologized as he fished around in his pockets, "See look! I found it just now!" Italy held up the bright blue marble that he found in the water earlier, "It's the same color as your eyes! A beautiful sky blue."

"Ah… it is." Germany's eyes softened as he looked over at the smiling Italy, "…I heard about you."

Italy's smile faltered, then brown eyes met blue, "That it's only a matter of time." Germany finished.

Italy's expression softened as he took a moment to enjoy the warm breeze that smelled of wild flowers, "This place won't change," he said quietly, "It'll be the same scenery as always. Just without people." He walked over beside Germany, and leaned his elbows on the stone railing that was built along the edge of the large hill that the two were on. Italy stared out at the beautiful scenery ahead of him, "It feels like I'm alone in the world… No, it is like the entire world is mine, and only mine."

Germany glanced over at Italy with a slightly concerned expression. It was rare for Italy to open up. He then knew right away, that Italy was accepting his fate with open arms.

"See, look." Italy interrupted the German's thoughts and jerked his chin toward the town below them, "It's so beautiful. It's such a shame that I keep it all to myself.

Tourist's come, but it does feel lonely now that there are less people. There have been resident's that lived here and loved Venezia."

Germany looked over to his friend again, automatically noticing the vacant look in his eyes. Italy broke his gaze from the scenery in front of him and smiled his normal smile at Germany, "This is like a marriage to the God of the sea! Won't you brighten up and congratulate me?"

How can he just accept it?

"Even if Venezia goes, it's not Italia going as a whole. Fratello is here too. They had a funeral for me and I got to say my farewells to the city's residents… and I'm still well." Italy met eyes with Germany again and frowned, "Please stop looking like you lost your house, Germany. Maybe I can come be a bum at your house when this place goes. That sounds fun too!" Italy couldn't help but let out a slight laugh, simply because, that's what he wanted more than anything.

"Is… that what you're really thinking?" Germany said quietly, "Don't you feel fear or worry?"

"It's not like I'm perishing from war." Italy said calmly.

"You don't have to lie to me, Italy." Germany clenched his fists.

"It's the truth." Italy said clearly, "I'm not scared."

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The city was even quieter when night time came. Only the occasional window had a soft glow coming from it. Most were just lifeless and black. The Mediterranean water was warm against Italy's back as he stared at the never ending night sky. He relaxed his body and let himself float on the sea's surface. The way the water reflected the sky… it really felt like he was floating in a sea of stars. It felt like he was far, far away from the worries and pain of the ones that love him. How would they take it? The time was drawing nearer and nearer, and soon, Venezia would be forgotten under the water. It would be infected by the sea. Then, Italy would no longer be needed. He would simply be a forgotten nation, and he would slowly fade out of people's lives.

Italy brought the bright blue marbled to his lips, "Will my tummy get upset if I swallow this?"

He continued to stare at the stars around him, "I wish that everything would melt into one. How much longer do I have to see him being sad? I want Germany to be happy…"

Italy closed his eyes once he felt tears prickling the corners, "I wish that he would just hate me… but I don't want that. 'Cause I love him… Always."

A single tear escaped, and slid down the Italians cheek. It then dropped into the sea and joined the rest of the salty water. Italy couldn't help but wonder if the sea was entirely made up of tears.

I wonder what happens to countries when they perish. How did Grandpa Rome go away? Italy pictured his grandfather who was once so strong. The Holy Roman Empire appeared in the picture, …what about him?

They were definitely in this world. The land or the air hasn't changed. Borders, ownership, and names. Such simple things that make countries perish. Just like that.

Italy tilted his head back until it was fully underwater. He then tilted his entire body. Slowly, he started to sink down into the abyss of the ocean. He could feel the water rush up his nostrils, but he didn't flinch. He could feel his lungs scream for air, but he didn't move. His entire mind was numb as his thoughts rushed around inside of it.

I should suffer more. I couldn't stand by anyone until the end. It's always me that makes others suffer.

Italy opened his mouth to cry for help, but nothing came out. It was hopeless, he was drowning. His limbs were useless. He tried to thrash them around, but they just stayed frozen in place. Italy then took that as a sign. Is this what it is like to perish? Is my existence being swallowed up? The Italian nation stopped battling with his mind, and he let the ocean pull him deeper into the cold darkness.

A/N OMG CLIFF HANGERRRR… *shot* Yes..I am sorry. I would start chapter two now but it's 2:30 AM and my imagination is about as useful as a piece of string at the moment…. Umm…emo Italy is emo? XD Sorry for the depressing mood…I do hope you enjoyed chapter one though o.o Pleeeeeease review~~~~~ Shankyou~

Oh yes, and Venezia is like short for Veneziano…or something. I don't get how north Italy would be swallowed by water first if the southern half is the peninsula part… *shot* IDK Whatevs. Don't let my thoughts ruin everything XD Again, this is all from a Doujin. Do you want me to post a link..? *twiddles thumbs* I was thinking at the end cause people might lose interest of my story…y'know? *BOWS* IMSRY.