Italy walked outside the tent to smell the fresh air the island was giving. They had been stranded here for who knows how long and surviving just fine. Italy of course had Ylati, his bed mate, lover, and best friend other than Germany of course. He walked around their little campground which was just a fire pit, tent, and clothes line really. But still it was effective to keep them alive. He stood around in his usual island clothes which were his yellow boxers and unbuttoned shirt. He looked back in to see Ylati fast asleep, really she was the only girl that could out sleep him. Then he walked away from the camp in search for breakfast.
He just walked through the trees without a care in the world when all of a sudden he saw something that looked as if it were falling from the sky. Whatever it was it was coming down fast. Italy started screaming and running for his dear life. Then it landed in the sand, surprisingly it was human.
"Hey there Grandpa Rome! What are you doing here?" Italy laughed as he walked up to his grandfather.
Rome wrapped him in a bear hug.
"I came here to see how my little Italy was doing, and his lady friend too!" he said nudging him a bit.
"Yeah, she's just asleep. What are you doing here though Grandfather?" Italy said curiously.
Rome started tearing up a little. He wiped the tears with his cape.
"I think it's time for you to do something Italy." he cried a little.
Italy began to feel a little sad.
"You mean, I have to break up with Ylati?" he said feeling a little teary himself.
"NO!" Rome said confused.
He picked up some sand and started rubbing it in his hands. Then he plucked a piece of Italy's hair (not the special piece though) and added it to the sand.
"Kiss the sand boy." he said to Italy.
Italy confusedly kissed the sand, then the sand went into his mouth. He spat out all of the sand, but then found a ring in its place.
"What?" Italy said "But I don't know if I-"
"Of course you can my grandson! You love her don't you?"
"Yes but-"
"Then go to her and tell her how much you love her okay?!"
Italy looked at the ring, as crazy as it was, the diamond was designed to look like a plate of pasta with a heart shaped meatball on top.
"You're right Grandpa Rome, I do love her with all my pasta and heart!" he said but he was talking to air.
Rome must have disappeared. Tonight under the full moon, Italy was going to purpose to the girl he loved, Ylati.
LAST PART COMING RIGHT UP!
