Chapter 9: HRExChibitalia
Dear Italy,
Oh my lords. I have been waiting for this moment for a long time. I haven't forgotten about our kiss not too long ago and that wonderful push broom (A/N: *cough cough PANTIES! cough cough*) you gave me. Today, I've gone through my first war. The sky was grey from the overuse of gun powder and many men have died. Prussia is going through a hard time as well. My siblings and I have been fighting a lot. My country is dying. But you know what? I don't care about any of that. Instead, I care about you and only you. I love you so much, Italy. I hope we'll meet again soon.
From Holy Rome
Chibitalia read the rather grim note with a sweet smile. That's right. Chibitalia read the rather grim note. Not Italy. Not Veneziano. Not Feliciano. Not even Feli. Chibitalia. Remember that. After awhile, Chibitalia got out his own quell pen and ridiculously long piece of paper. Then, he began to write himself.
That's right, everyone. We're doing a love story told entirely through love notes. Get ready for the confusion!
Dear Holy Rome,
I'm so happy to hear you are alright. I've never actually been in a major war so I can't imagine how terrible it must be.
Just promise you won't change into something bad...
Ti amo!
-Italy Veneziano
Dear Italy,
Don't worry. I'm not going to change to anything bad. I'm the purest of pure. As long as you're in my letter life. Without you, I don't know what I would do. Probably a horrible act that will lead to everyone, particularly some future country named America, thinking I'm a Nazi. Whatever. I love you!
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO
From, Holy Rome.
(Why was there text language in that one?)
Dear Holy Rome,
Okay. I hope that you'll return soon. Tell your brother I said hi.
-Italy Veneziano
(If you haven't noticed, Italy is acting perfectly normal! Holy Rome on the other hand...)
Dear Italy,
LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
From Holy Rome
(See what I mean?)
Dear Holy Rome,
I'm so sorry that I haven't written in awhile! Apparently, Mr. Austria has lost his voice and can only express his unexplained cruelty and disgust towards me though the melodies of his piano. I never knew music about hate could be so beautiful...
-Italy Veneziano
Dear Italy,
Read, I'm sorry. Apparently I've become so OOC that I cannot live anymore. I am going to go to war with France today. He'll probably kill me and I'll die like I was always meant to. But Italia, yes, that is the nickname I'm giving you even though I don't speak Italian, just remember that I love you.
From Holy Rome
What!? No! You can't! You can't die, Holy Rome!
Please tell me this is a joke...
-Italy
Dear Italy,
I'm sorry that I can't be there with you. Prussia said, "Man, give it up! You're not going to see her again!" and I was all like, "Yes I am!" But he was right apparently. I'm so sorry. Don't worry. I'll reincarnate some day and become a new country. I've thought of losing my memories and renaming myself. Oh well. It's too late. This is the end of my road. If you're reading this, I'm dead. Goodbye.
From Totally-Not-Germany
And that was the day when Italy developed OOC disease. The one that made him become bi-polar until he met Germany who he instantly assumed was indeed the Holy Roman Empire.
THE END!
Italian Translations:
Ti Amo=I love you
What did we learn today? OOCness is key. If you want to make a successful story with more than a hundred reviews and stuff like that, then you HAVE to make them OOC. The only exception is the adorable Chibitalia. But that's it. Granted, I've never made a story with more than a hundred reviews, but oh well.
Have an awesome day everyone, and may the fourth be with you.
Next up: LietPol
-PastaLover5000
