Warning: Major FEELS! Character death. You've been warned. :'(

Word Count: 415

Paring: HREIta

Disclaimer: Hetalia is owned by Hidekaz Himaruya.

I'll Wait For You

"Italy I promise to return so wait for me alright?"

Italy looked down at the broom in his hands before holding it out. "Here, so you have something to remember me by."

Holy Rome took the broom shyly, his face a bright red. "Thank you."

"I'll wait for you."

Italy quickly hugged the small blonde boy before kissing his cheek. With tears in his eyes he watched the boy go completely red before turning away. His heart began to ache as he watched Holy Rome's retreating form. Looking up at the sky he muttered a quiet prayer.

'Please be safe'

Italy quietly swept the leaves from the pathway. He was lost in his thoughts which slowly began to drift to the conversation he overheard earlier that day. His hands tightly clenched the new broom he acquired a while ago from Mrs. Hungary. Mr. Austria wasn't happy when he found out that he gave away the first one. However with the help of Mrs. Hungary he didn't get into too much trouble. After all Holy Rome promised to come back which meant he'd return the broom.

Italy let his head hang and allowed the tears that built up to fall. He stood there all alone sobbing quietly, unknown to everyone in the house. Italy shook his head stubbornly, he promised to return, it had to be a lie.

"It can't be true." He looked up at the sky, yearning. "You're coming back just like you promised."

His thoughts returned back to the conversation causing him to choke back another sob. No matter how much his heart denied it, Italy knew the horrible truth. He tried to push the thoughts away but couldn't no matter how hard he tried.

"Austria I need you to sign this. The Holy Roman Empire has fallen and with this it will be completely dissolved for good."

"I- I understand sir."

Italy began praying silently clenching his broom close. Yes, he would remain ignorant. His heart couldn't handle the truth. His body began to shake from the sobs and his knees buckled nearly sending him crashing to the ground.

Hearing the broom hit the ground snapped him from his thoughts. He slowly began wiping his face before picking up the broom. Italy decided right then and there that he would forget the conversation he overheard. He would wear his best smile and forget all the pain. Italy began sweeping again.

'I'll wait for you Holy Rome. No matter how long it takes you.'