"Miss really scary fairy? Could you please come out? I want to ask you something." I got no response. It was an empty box. " I think you took something of mine. Could you tell me what you took?"
"I don't think she's coming out. If that bitch knows what's good for her, she's long gone now. Let's just put it somewhere far away. It makes me sick just looking at it."
With the box gone, I practically forgot about it. Years passed, and I tried to live as normally as possible. Being an Italian I had a certain image to uphold. I ate pasta whenever I wanted. I flirted with every cute girl I saw. None of them really interested me. Each one reminded me of him. He had been gone for so long now, and no one knew where he went.
Before long, there was talk of a Great War. A war to end all wars. The war was drawing closer to us. I could hear the enemy footsteps. Romano tried to give me a gun to protect myself, but I couldn't stop shaking.
"Ugh, you're hopeless," he said exasperated. he didn't really seem surprised or angry, though. I must still seem so weak. A gunshot was fired to close for comfort. Romano took away the gun and handed me a white flag.
"Go! Run as far away as possible! I'll hold them off as long as I can!"
I didn't want to leave my brother, but if I didn't, I knew he would be mad at me. I could run pretty fast, and I took pride in that. But the enemy was fast, too. I could here them close behind me. I needed a place to hide.
This place seemed oddly familiar and I quickly found out why. This was the place we had stashed the box. I ignored the terror the box gave me and hopped into it and closed the lid.
I listened very closely for the enemy that was searching for me. All I could hear was my labored breathing.
"Well if it isn't the soiled brat who ate my precious offering," a voice said in my ear. "You have some guts forcing your way into my home."
I could barely remember the voice. The last time I had heard it, it was screaming at me. Yet, the voice still had the power to shock me into a breathless terror.
"Are…Are you the tomato box fairy?" I asked timidly.
"You were much cuter as a girl, you know." The voice drifted to in front of me. "And that poor boy. It's too bad about him. He didn't even do anything wrong. It's all your fault."
"What are you talking about? Who are you talking about? What else did you take from me?" I dreaded the answer I knew was coming.
"The boy you knew as the Holy Roman Empire no longer exists. I took away the person you loved the most," she sneered.
"How could you?" I screamed in the softest voice I could manage. I snatched her little body from the air. My unnatural rage only lasted for a few seconds. My hands no longer had the strength to hold onto her. "How could you kill him?" All those years I waited for him to return.
"I can't kill anybody. I have my limitations, you know. I simply erased all of his memories. He no longer knows you exist. Hell, he doesn't even know who he is."
Even though I knew I should still be traumatized by her words, I couldn't help but feel overjoyed. Holy Rome hadn't forgotten me by choice. I could still see him again.
The sound of footsteps broke my reverie. They stopped just a few feet in front to the box.
"I'd be quiet if you don't want to be killed," the fairy advised, whispering in my ear.
I panicked. "Oh, there's nothing at all strange here. I'm just an ordinary box of tomatoes. I'm definitely not the person you're looking for."
The person stepped closer.
"Are you an idiot? Do you want to be killed? Fine, be my guest. You were so not worth the magic. Later." The fairy disappeared.
"I wouldn't get any closer. I'm actually a really mean tomato box fairy. If you open that lid, I'll curse you and ruin your life forever. Don't do it!"
The pursuer didn't listen. The lid was lifted above me. I closed my eyes and popped up waving my brother's white flag.
"Okay, I might have lied. I'm not really a fairy and there's no longer any tomatoes in here. I'm sorry! Please don't kill me! I'm still a virgin." Sometimes I'm simply amazed of the utter nonsense I spout out when I'm nervous.
"C…Could you possibly be a descendent of the Roman Empire?" my attacker asked incredulously.
"Oh, I sure am. Do you know Grandpa Rome? My name is Veneziano Italia. People call me Italy!" I opened my eyes. The man in front of me was a very tall muscular man with blonde hair and stern blue eyes. The same eyes Holy Rome had when he scolded me for showing too much skin. I thought I was dreaming. After all this time, Holy Rome was standing in front of me. No, the Holy Rome I knew didn't exist anymore. This person was all that was left of the boy I knew.
"Ah, nice to meet you. I'm Deutschland. People call me Germany," he said politely to me. He seemed rather confused of what was going on.
"He's my target? How could this idiot possibly be one of his descendents?" He muttered to himself. I gave a tentative smile. I wondered if he felt something way deep inside when he sees me.
"I could be underestimating him," he continued. "His blood must be more cunning than I thought. He must be trying to lull me into a false sense of security. I might as well take him in."
"You're not going to kill me? Take me away!" I encouraged. I may not be free any longer, but I at least will be with this Holy Rome. I offered my hands out for him to take. His hand reached towards me and smacked me upside the head. The next thing I remember, I blacked out into his strong arms.