Dear Holy Rome,

It seems that I will not be seeing you for a long time.

Earlier today, I walked into a heated argument among Prussia, Mister Austria, and Miss Hungary. Prussia wanted to take you back to his house, far away from here. Austria was not sure what was the right thing to do, but Miss Hungary was entirely opposed and refused to let you go with him. I should not have, but I interrupted them and asked if he was taking you away.

Mister Austria pulled me aside and explained to me that you being here will be no good for you. Or for me.

He told me that you only had a fraction of the land you once ruled over, and that was to the west of Prussia. Prussia chimed in then, stating that he'd be you're "awesome big brother."Miss Hungary dismissed him, saying Prussia was not suited to guide a newly reborn nation. She beseeched Austria to keep you here, where we could take care of you.

That was when I began to beg him, too. I pleaded Austria not to let Prussia take you away; you just came back! And I swore to him, to myself, and to you, even if you would never be the same again, I would fall in love with you all over again.

I remember snatching your hand and locking it within my own. And praying; praying harder than I ever had before. God don't let them take him away. Not again. Not when I just got him back! Don't let them take him away!

My body was trembling, in anger and agony with the tears I refused to cry.

Austria made his decision. He grabbed me by the shoulders and tried to pull me away from you. Half stating, half shouting, that his decision was final and you were going to live with Prussia. Miss Hungary started shouting in defiance, and Austria ordered his guards to escort her out. Prussia's men tried to take you away, and as I clenched onto your hand as if I held your very life in my hands, Austria tried to rip my iron grip from you.

I have never spoken a word of profanity in my entire life, Holy Rome, but as they ripped us apart, I know I let a few coarse words pass my lips. My grip on your hand was loosened and you were whisked away from me in the next second. No amount of my screaming or nasty words would get them to bring you back.

As I screamed and flailed as Austria held me back, Miss Hungary took hold of a frying pan and began to down the guards around her in a final effort to get you back from Prussia.I begged. I pleaded. I swore to God that I would never steal food again, I promised I would not draw on Austria's paintings, I promised to do all of my chores and even take on more. But Austria refused to change his mind.

Despite her great feat of defeating twenty of Austria's best soldiers with only a frying pan, Miss Hungary was too late; Prussia had already set off with you.

Austria said that if I could be calm, I was allowed to watch you from the bay window. I calmed down, sat, and watched as you, my childhood love, were whisked away. And as I watched the tears finally fell from my defeated eyes.

I'm sorry for crying, Holy Rome.

But I couldn't even save my dearest love.

Italy

Yay, I actually have free time! (Thank you, Sandy.) So glad my internet hasn't shut off yet.

So, yeah... I will have another chapter up later today ('cuz it's midnight).

And for anyone caught in Sandy right now, I'm praying for you. I'm getting the wind as I type this, I'm lucky to be away from any flooding areas. Stay safe everyone!

On another note, as if I weren't busy enough, I will be doing NaNoWriMo for November. Which is writing a 50,000 word novel in 30 days... So yeah, I'll be on hiatus again... Don't hate me.

Thank you so much for reading~! I LOVE YOU ALL~!

~ Aiko-love-Anime