I had to rewrite this many times. Just be aware that Italy is approached by a Mystic Figure (ahem, if you remember her from Chapter 1 or 2) He is now a she and is back in time, all the memories intact. The Mystic Lady returns in 18 years, but that's in the next chapter. Italia is 8 and HRE is 10. For now, just enjoy. Oh, and Nathaniel, if you're reading this, I don't wanna be called an anime weeb. I own none of the characters.
Italy saw her love, HRE walking towards her.
"Hey, Valentina!" HRE called, his arms open. Italy ran to him, letting her cloth on her head fall. Her golden-brown hair flowed gently in the wind. She kissed him, and to her surprise, he kissed her back.
"Holy Rome? You seemed troubled." Valentina said as the two young lovers walked by the river.
"Well, it's just that Captain Allen said I'm going to war soon..." HRE said quietly. No! If he goes, he's never coming back!
"NO! Don't go!" Valentina cried, grabbing his black coat. "If you leave, you won't come back!" Italy's hand flew over her mouth as she realized what she had just said.
"How do you know?" HRE asked.
"I-I just have a feeling...!" Italy stammered.
HRE sighed and sat down. "Come here," HRE patted to the space next to him. "Sit."Italy plopped down onto the space.
"I won't go." HRE placed his hand on Italy's and they shared a look.
"You'd better not," Italy whispered.
Narrator: HRE and Italia grew very close to the point where HRE did NOT go to the Thirty Year's War, but instead married Italy 12 years later. Italy is now 20 and HRE 22.
France watched as HRE and his little sister exchange vows and share the binding kiss. Hungary and Austria were both surprised and very happy, Lovino pissed, and everyone else happy. However, France had a feeling that HRE was suppost to go on the war, which had been going on for 15 years so far. Prussia grabbed a beer and toasted the news, as he was Best Man. Hungary also toasted them since Italy made her Honorary Bridesmaid or whatever it was.
"To the new couple!" Everyone raised a glass as Scotland pipped up the music.
"Hey, whatchaa doin'?" Iggy slurred. It was obvious the handsome nation was very drunk.
France just put his beverage down and shrugged. "Just thinking."
"Aboout whatt?"
"None of your business, now piss off."
England grabbed his arm as France tried to walk away. "Oh, no, you're not going anywheree."
"Inglaterra? What are you doing?" Spain asked, holding a half-eaten churro.
"Just hangingg out."
Antonio and Francis shared a look.
"I think I should take you home, little brother!" Ireland said, laughing while holding a whole bottle of beer.
I don't like this marriage at all. Francis thought as he walked into the gazebo which was adorned by lights. Not at all.