A/N: I'm back~ haha. So, since some people wanted to hear Italy's side, I went ahead and wrote it.

Thank you so much to those of you who reviewed last time! :)

Holy Roman Empire, why do you think so hard all the time? You hesitate to even just come sit next to me. Did I do something wrong?

I mean, you already work so hard daily. Seriously. Even at such a young age, your face appears determined and handsome. Words to describe you didn't include the usual silly, fun and care-free; they were almost more like a lost young man.

But your differences made me interested in you. Surely, you are quite frightening sometimes; I'm not going to lie. But it's when you're not, when your just shy and quiet; that's when I love you the most.

As I played with the bright red flowers in the field we lay in, I find myself seeing you stare at me. You stare at me with that look. That look, the one that a boy gives a girl when they have a crush on her. You have that appearance when you look at me; stubborn, but soft.

Laughing, I look back you. What are those blue eyes searching for? Silly. Your thinking to hard again aren't you? Oh well. I know things have been hard on you lately, Holy Roman Empire. It's no wonder you don't have time to be childish and weak like I'm always told I am.

"Italia, why won't you come live with me?" You ask, the question ringing harshly in my ears despite your soft tone. I grimace. So that's what you were thinking about, right?

"I can't." The words come dry out of my mouth. They aren't soft and elegant like usual. I can't look at him without crying, so I look down at the ground.

Sometimes I wonder why I can't. But I'm sure Mr. Austria wouldn't let me. Oh, if I could only tell you that I want to live with you. I want to spend as much time as you as possible. But sometimes, some things are for the best. Grandpa Rome said so himself.

He tells me we can be strong together, that he can protect me.

But can I protect you?

Can I be there for you, as much as you are there for me? You look so upset. You truly are an angel, huh? You know that I wouldn't be able too, yet you still want me?

"We can't," I reply weakly. It makes me so horrified to say those words, to weakly answer to something that simply may not be. You are wonderful, you know? But I am completely oblivious to the outside world. I would be just pulling you further down.

The scene slips away slowly, and soon sudden ambush fills me.

Your leaving? For how long? When will you come back? I am I going to see you again?

I start to cry. I'm to dainty. I know what I am, I know I'm a country. I'm not that stupid. So why can't I get over the fact that we must have wars? That we must fight to get to what we want? But most all, why does the Holy Roman Empire have to be involved in such a horrible thing?

He tell me not to cry. He sweetly tells me hush, that everything is going to be alright. But how does he know that? How can he expect me not to worry?

Then his words get to me. "I love you, Italia, I love you."

He loves me. He loves me. He loves me.

"I love you too, Holy Roman Empire."

My darling, my precious Holy Roman Empire. He's so sweet. We kiss, to seal the promise that he will come back.

He leaves. I miss him already.

Time has a way of getting away. Soon enough, I don't quite remember what has happened. It never really occurred to me; I eventually gave in. He wasn't coming back.

So where am I now? Well, I guess you can say I'm not anywhere good.

I'm at gunpoint of this really mean soldier! I have never seen someone so terrifying in my entire life! I'm practically sobbing right now because he's so scary; sharp blue eyes, angry look, big muscles. I probably look more like a bug in his eyes.

Wait. He knows Grandpa? Really? I'm saved! Well, kind of.

Okay maybe not. But maybe some mercy shall be shone right?

I've gotten captured; again. But he's so nice to me. I know he looks angry and tough, but honestly I think he's just lonely. I sing him songs and tell him he's my friend; he looks confused by it. But I think I'm making an impact, right? He's gotten more and more gentle towards me. I've learned to really like him.

"Ludwig," is his name. Well, more formally known as Germany, but I like his casual name. It makes me feel safe, you know? Every time I hear it, I know he's somewhere near looking out for me. I couldn't ask for much more.

It's absolutely crushing in this horrible war. People have named it officially, "World War 2."

Ludwig has a horrible leader. He's scary, like ten times more scary then he himself is. And his boss has dragged both my boss and Japan's boss into this mess too.

I find myself constantly crying. I find myself cowering in Ludwig's arms, sobbing uncontrollably. He always is patient and holds me, but there's a distant look in his sharp eyes. He has told me countless times that it's all his fault that this has happened; he says he doesn't want me as a person dragged into war.

No. He is a good person. He's even gone against his boss secretly to help people out. I know you, Ludwig. You aren't your horrible leader, you aren't him at all. You're kind and soft towards ones who need it.

You look so sad anymore. Please don't be sad. Countless times I smile at him, trying to get him to smile back at me. You just kiss me on the cheek, and tell me it's alright. I worry every time you leave. You'll come back, right? It horrifies me more than anything else that you won't ever come back.

"I know you. You are not your leader. He is the one causing this, not you. Please, don't look so upset..," I tell him. He tries to smile. I can see it.

Why so strong? I know you can't smile after everything that you've seen. I know you're in a tight spot. So it's alright, please don't strain yourself. Remember, I'm right here with you Ludwig.

He was right. I should've never been set out to fight.

So as I lie here, dying in his arms, I can only wish for one thing.

Please God, let him live. I know he's mean and scary sometimes, but he's a good person. He went all the way to Africa to tie my shoes, for heaven's sakes. He's sweet and caring, determined and faithful. I surely don't deserve to live. I'm weak, useless and only I only get in the way. That's what they tell me anyway.

As my vision starts to go blurry, I began to recognize a face. Who? Who is that? He looks so familiar. I don't know why, but it makes me so happy to see this unknown person. He looks just like Ludwig, except smaller and little softer.

It occurs to me.

It's been so many years, Holy Roman Empire.

"Holy Roman Empire, my love..."

I've missed you so dearly.

"I wanted too..."

"I wanted to come be with you and live with you."

I have to tell him! Just let me live a little longer, I have to tell him how I felt that day. Oh, I've missed him so much.

"You came back. Just like you promised," I say. He looks confused. Don't you remember? Don't you remember me? You've grown up so much, I'm sure I have too. It's okay.

"I still love you."

He starts to cry. Please don't cry dearest. I never wanted you to cry, I want to see you smile again. Holy Roman Empire starts to fade away, only to be replaced by Germany's face again. So it was you all along, huh? You kept your promise. Now you must live, so please, please smile again. Smile for me.

"I love you too. I've always loved you, Italy."

Those are the last words I heard from him. They are so beautiful, I can't resist letting them sink into my body.

I have little strength left. Lots of blood is pooling out of my body. If he can't smile, then I will for him. I want him to remember me smiling.

My lips curve into a soft smile, as blackness is all I can see now.

Nothing is left.

I hope you survived, my wonderful companion.

Initial shock. Soon enough, I start to hear sounds again. That's weird. No gunfire, no shouting; just mumbles.

"Would you look at that. The other ones waking up too. How funny," a voice calls. Who? I see white, is it an angel?

No. It's a doctor. There appears to be nurses rushing around, also. Critical conditions? Stabilizing? Am I in the hospital?

I guess so. But where's Ludwig, or Germany one might say? Did he survive?

It hurts so badly. My body aches, there's so much of it wrapped up in medical tape.

But my hand; its entwined in someone else's.

My eyes get caught by sharp, blue ones. He's alive isn't he?

He's even smiling.

Why are you crying, silly?

I smile back.

I'm no longer cold, or hurting because,

I knew you were no hallucination, Holy Roman Empire.

A/N: Thanks again for reading! :)