A/N: I'm alive!

Sorry i haven't updated, i have only myself to blame but i swear i will make it up...some how...

"No! Please don't go! I don't want you to go!"

Germany looked at the small nations standing before the group. Italy was crying, shaking her head and pleading with little Holy Rome not to leave her for the war. Romano actually started to shake when he tried avoiding the scene.

"Romano?" Spain asked worriedly.

"I'm fine you bastard." Romano gasped as a tear leaked out of his closed eyes.

"Interesting, it seems you and your zister are zharing emotions…how touching…" France laughed mockingly.

"Aw Romano!" Spain hugged Romano around the shoulders. He responded by punching Spain in the shoulder.

"Please Holy Rome don't go! Don't leave me all alone!"

"I have to go…so you won't be afraid anymore…"

Holy Rome began to walk away when Italy grabbed his cloak, "Wait, take this!"

She held out her push broom and although he questioned why she would give him the cleaning tool, he accepted it and asked what people at her home would do if they liked someone.

Italy took a moment to think about on all the moments she had seen everyone at their happiest: people kissing each other on the cheeks and laughing at hellos and crying at goodbyes followed by more kisses on the cheek.

"Um…kiss, I think…"

"Ah…I see…"

Time seemed to slow down as Holy Rome leaned in closer to Italy. Her eyes, although closed, gave away that she was confused. Finally his lips touched hers in a soft kiss, taking the young nation's breath away, leaving the world to dissolve all around them. It felt like it lasted forever but it was over much too soon as Holy Rome left for war.

"I'll miss you! I'll make you lots of sweets for whenever you come back! Please don't die! We'll see each other again one day, I know it!"

Holy Rome waved again and left with all the soldiers out the gate into war. Italy stood there smiling and waving until she couldn't see him anymore.

'I know he'll come back…and then we'll be happy again and I won't be alone…'

The scene changed again and this time, Italy looked older but not older than Sealand was. She was cleaning on her hands and knees with a rag and soapy water, huffing and puffing at the effort. She missed her push broom and Holy Rome but she cleaned away at the dirty floor to avoid thinking about him.

"Italy come here! Quickly!"

It was Hungary calling her into the living room. She put the water and rag against the wall so no one would trip over it and get her in trouble. Italy quickly ran to the living where Austria and Hungary were sitting there waiting for her.

"Yes? What's wrong?"

"Look behind you," a familiar voice called out, making her open her closed eyes. She turned around so slowly and when she finally looked at the Holy Roman Empire, she began to cry.

"Holy Rome!"

"I'm back, Italy! And…I have something for you…" Holy Rome handed Italy the small cleaning tool, blushing a bright pink as Italy took the broom back. Her eyes were filled with tears and she smiled as she hugged Holy Rome.

"My wish finally came true! After so long, the star granted my wish!"

"So that's why she wishes on stars…" Germany mumbled quietly, so not to attract any attention to himself. A lot of these memories were fine and good but why had Italy never spoken about this Holy Rome?

What happened between Holy Rome and Italy to make her forget about him?

"Italy, I have to speak with you." Holy Rome looked at the cleaning Italy with tired and nervous eyes. She nodded happily and followed Holy Rome into the empty room. It had been a couple of months since he arrived from war and already the large house didn't seem so big and lonely. Italy was so happy to finally have Holy Rome home again.

"Italy…Italy, I'm so sorry but…I have to return to the war…"

…

"What?"

"The war didn't end, Italy. I called a ceasefire so I could see you again. I have to continue fighting."

Italy couldn't believe what she was hearing; Holy Rome was leaving again?

"But…but…but…" Italy's tears were spilling over her face and all she wanted to do was run and hide under the blankets to cry.

"I need to ask something of you Italy. I asked Austria and although he told me to wait, I can't. I missed you every day when I left; I want to give you everything you deserve, a family and a home…Italy…"

Holy Rome got on his knee and pulled a small box out of his pocket; Italy couldn't believe her eyes, was he really…?

"Italy…will you merge with me?"

Italy didn't answer but instead tackled Holy Rome down and kissed him. He smiled and hugged her around the middle, putting the small ring on her finger. She looked at it and smiled at Holy Rome.

"Is this why you wanted to see me?"

"Yes Italy. I love you."

"I love you too…please…please come home again, Holy Rome."

"I will, Italy. I promise."