Dear Holy Rome,

I must thank you for your affection. You could not possibly understand how truly happy it made me to know that your love for me is so strong. Even in rejecting your marriage proposal, you say your love for me would never die? Holy Rome, there are no words that can explain how truly joyous your feelings have made me. I can only, in turn, state that I share the same feelings for you.

I love you, Holy Rome.

Miss Hungary took me on a picnic a few days ago. It was a most enjoyable outing; the weather was nice and Miss Hungary's cooking is always amazing.

I have sent the sketch with this letter. Do you like it? I worked very hard on it, and I'm very proud of it. I drew Miss Hungary when she fell asleep after we ate. In truth, I have not seen her so content in a long time.

Though the picnic was fun and we enjoyed our day out, I believe the entire endeavor was for Miss Hungary to get some space from Mister Austria. It seems that they have more and more arguments every day. I do not understand any of it. What am I to do? I feel helpless, like there is nothing I can do.

Why can things not be as they were? Why can you not be here to sit and talk with me? Why can Miss Hungary and Mister Austria not agree and go back to loving and understanding one another. Why can we not be happy?

Please come home, Holy Rome. Please.

With love,

Italy


I've been gone for a while... Please don't kill m-*shot*