A boyscout is always prepared but reading about helping someone cope with sadness and physically doing it where very different things after all. And Germany was not what you would call a 'people person.' And despite this. here he running threw the whole empty house. The only sound you could hear in the room was the soft gasps of breaths that Italy gave between crying into Germany's shoulder at this point as he was held and the letter also being held into his chest still where he felt it belonged.

Germany didn't mind so much holding his closest friend, he just wished he knew how to help him more than just letting him cry. He hated feeling useless and it was becoming a more common feeling as of late. Though the blonde was wondering why he had been alone in the first place and why hadn't he been called over? It was known that he was afraid of being without someone there and if he didn't take his anxiety medication it was even worse. Perhaps that what the real issue had been here, not a letter that found its way back home but the fact that the nation had yet to take necessary medication to keep himself from over thinking about other people's impressions of him? It would fit with this, no nation had been unmarked from mental issues. Not with the stuff they have had to face over the centuries. The German's friend was kind of a forgetful person after all, and he had seen him like this on a few other occasions but not this bad he at least tried to wear a smile more often during those fits or to make a joke. But here... There only seemed to be sobs.

After a good half hour of sobs and cries Italy seemed to calm down and pull from the awkward hug. He wiped his puffy eyes and sniffled quick. "V-Ve… um..G-Grazie for that captain... That helped." He nodded but couldn't let himself look at those steel blue eyes. Not when they looked so much like... He fiddled with his thumbs a while trying to get used to not crying again, this took a while but the bigger nation had grown patience over their years together. "Ja, um..." He could tell Germany was just as awkward as him. There wasn't a manual for a broken friend after all and he had hard times processing his own emotions. Dealing with other peoples must have been out of his comfort zone. After a minute he had added a quivering "Are you ok?" For measure just to be sure and Italy nodded and took a deep breath looking at the letter that was in his hands and not pressed to his chest any more. "hmhmm... Hey." The Italian looked up with his hazel eyes to finally look at his best friend again. "Did you think I should open this?" The blue eyed nation only nodded.

Italy's hands were still so shaky as he went to open the top of the envelope and his heart was racing to fast for him to think straight. He knew it would eat him up if he didn't look at it though so he tried to breath quick before opening the letter up. Once he had peeled off the wax seal very slowly he reached in slowly and pulled out the paper that was a yellow and thinner than it should be. So thin in fact that the ink was clearly visible threw it on the other side of it. It was folded neatly in half so it would fit inside the envelope and the two nations just looked at the folded piece of paper for a minute or two before Italy unfolded it. He took a breath as he did and held it as he started to read. At the moment time stood still for him, the only way he knew it was still moving was because of the thumping in his chest. Keep track of time at its fast pace without him wanting to think about it. It was already hard to breath before because of his sobbing and now because he refused to let out his breath until he read every word on the page. To look at his hand writing again like he had done with all the other letters made it seem like he was back to a time when the young nation was still around. Stop thinking like that! He didn't want to think about it.

Italy then shut his eyes really tight and opened the letter only to reopen them once the letter was completely unfolded in front of him. He ignored the tears stinging his eyes as it was but he didn't break down in tears yet again. Since Germany was sitting in front of him at the moment he couldn't see what was written except for the few letters that were dark enough to show through, but nothing else. So he didn't bother trying to read it at all but rather read Italy's face. He had never seen him so focused in the whole time he had known the nation. Nothing would have interrupted him at this point; at least that was what he had guessed at this point. It looked like he was about halfway done the letter when his expression changed from the focused one he had worn for about a minute to a teary eyed one. But he kept reading, like Germany thought, nothing was going to stop him now not even a few tears. If only he could be like this during training Was the thought that ran through Germany's head as Italy kept reading, it was a lot to take in after all.

"To Italy,

This time of year is always good for you, the sun is out again and it's starting to warm up. Which is great since that means it'll be less cold and more chance to run around. Maybe get some breaks more often or go visit your brother. I am sure he would enjoy seeing you again wouldn't he? I sure hope that you haven't moved on from me, that is rather selfish of me but I want to have another kiss and perhaps go on a date. Also the I use the broom you gave me often. I am always cleaning my room so I can use it. Thank you for giving it to me I am sure you must have gotten in trouble for giving it away.

Is Austria feeding you well? I am sorry I have not gotten the time to write to very often these days, even less of these letters have most likely even made it there. It has been hard with everyone fighting and trying to get your letters back has been hard, but all of the one I have gotten I will treasure to the end of time. I promise. You must feel tired of having to answer all these questions but one last one I promise and I wont ask anymore. Are you safe?

I wish I could come home and just give them to you, talk a little. It would be easier than being out here for sure. However, we both know the kind of commitment i need to keep to my people, I am what is holding them together at the moment. I do not think they know they are what is keeping me alive. The war out here has been intense and hard on everyone, lots of horrible things have happened. It's getting harder for me to go on every day. I now understand why you refused to help me gain such power, I am so sorry that it is too late for me to make it up to you. As much as i wish to kiss you again, I think I will only get to do this in your dreams. I will not walk away from this war unharmed and I doubt you will want to speak to me after all that I have done.

I remember when you told me I would burn myself out trying to get to Rome's former greatness and I understand why you were so fearful now. I understand. Regretfully, I do not think I will be making it back by your birthday nor mine. It is a fair bits away but it had been years since I've seen you and I wonder if you have grown up as of yet. If your hair grew out yet, if had to give you a new set of dresses so they would fit you. If you have moved on and found another boy to take care of you. I would love to dance with you once without us running around or away from each other. I will always chase you I hope you know that. I will not give up for your sake

Hope to see you soon,

Holy Roman Empire."