Word Count: 203

Pairings: HRE/Chibitalia

Warnings: implied character "death"


The Broken Promise

By now he was numb, although just moments ago the pain had been nearly unbearable. Holy Roman Empire had barely been able to stand it, yet he had endured. He had to endure. If he didn't then who would take care of his beloved Italy? Had he not promised to return? He was ambitious of course, but that did not mean he was without honor.

So he had to endure. He was a nation, and soon the pain and numbness would be gone. Soon it would all be well again, and he could return to Italy a stronger nation than before.

But he knew that was a lie. He lay alone in the field, surrounded by the bodies and blood of his soldiers. His own wounds had not even begun to heal, though he had laid in pain for what seemed like days. But no one came to his rescue. Little Italy had been right, he now realized, and Holy Rome had tried to become too strong. Italy had feared he would never return if he left. But Holy Rome had insisted that his crush was paranoid. He had accepted the kiss and promised to return someday.

And now his promise was broken.