Dear Holy Rome,
I saw you, or rather, who you have become for the first time today. He was awake, up and walking like the incident never even happened. He seemed well, and looked healthy; I'm glad for that.
He looks so much different than you did when you came crashing back into my life. His face is thinner, and he has such strong features. His eyes are cold, but I could see a fire hidden in their icy depths. He is well-built, and there is no doubt in my mind that he is a strong nation. A healthy glow surrounded his entire being. His brow remained creased, a sure sign he was a man of many responsibilities.
I did not meet him, though. I'm not ready yet.
I am scared to meet him. I am scared that he will be different than you, Holy Rome, and scared that he will be like you. I am afraid of what he will remember but, most of all, I am afraid of what he has forgotten.
Italy
Why is this Saint Patrick's Day especially important to me? Today is the one year anniversary of writing this story. Congratulations to Shaman Shinobi for the correct answer! Keep a look out for those two new stories.
I also have a big announcement. This story will end on this story's 2nd anniversary. That's right, an entire year more of this story. Originally, this story was supposed to end at 40 chapters, but if I can find enough material to keep it going without it getting boring it will carry on to 50 chapters. Thank you all for sticking with me for an entire year, and I hope you will stick with me for another. For this amazing occasion, I finally introduced-sort of at least- our missing nation. Wish Italy the best of luck.
Speaking of Italy, I would like to wish our favorite Italians the very best of birthdays (thank you to everyone who pointed that out to me). The fact that my anniversary fell on their birthday AND Saint Patrick's Day made this one hell of an amazing day.
Thanks for reading~!
~ Aiko-love-Anime