Hello all, once again~! Sorry for the last chapter, it's supposed to act as a bit of a filler for most of our characters :3

This chapter pertains to the storyline, but is not necessarily part of the storyline.

Have fun reading~!

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P.S. YES I AM A FAN OF THIS THEORY BECAUSE IT MAKES SO MUCH GOD DAMN SENSE! Well, in the Hetalia world, anyways; historically, not so much.

An Angel's Grace

Chapter V

A Look in the Past

It was quiet now. Everyone had taken to sleeping in strange places (America has found one of the countries in his cabinet when he went searching for some Tylenol), but they were somehow very comfortable. I think it had something to do with their country shape, but I do not know everything. Only Father knows of everything, even if he does not share it with the rest of his children...

That actually reminded me of why I was here, other than my punishment.

Hm... The sky is dark tonight, the stars have decided to not come out for the dark night. They reminded me of long lost souls, waiting for their mate to come and join them in the sky.

I hated remembering the mistake that brought this whole mess on, but I must confront what makes up my darkness...

Several Years Ago...

They were happy, frolicking in the grass, being young and cute as children should be. However, they are growing far too fast, taking on the responsibilities of a country right before they take their first breath.

"Ne~, Holy Rome, what will we be doing today~?" A smile crossed my lips as I watched Chibitalia (as he was known at the time) come up to this serious little child in a navy blue coat. Chibitalia, dressed as a young girl in a bright green dress, smiled at the answering silence and took his hand, looking up at the sky happily.

"Italia..." Holy Rome looked over to his friend sadly, his face far too serious for one so young.

This was where I came in. Cupid sent me on a mission, telling me that these two countries had to fall in love. I took a deep breath and drew my arrow. In the darkness, I could just barely see the tint of soft pink that was the arrow. I drew it back and took aim, switching my vision of the surface reality to that of Cupid's realm.

Cupid could see all the threads that tie people to one another - love, hate, affection, family, soul mate. The privileged few to see it are those who work with Cupid and Cupid himself. I was one of those privileged few, and it always amazed me to see how everyone connected to each other.

And it scared me whenever I thought I saw a rotting thread. I have yet to see one truthfully, but my other associates whisper about it, and the fear on their faces is enough to convince me that I should not want to see one.

Thankfully, these two adorable little countries' thread was vibrating strongly in red. Upon closer inspection, I could see threads of pink winding up and down and around the red. I had to stifle my giggles at the thread. It isn't rare like humans believe true love to be so - it comes in many different relationships, but the bond between soul mates is actually quite astonishing to find. The way they act around each other is so perfect, it's hard to find something just as perfect in the human realm.

However, I could see something hanging over the little blonde, an omen of some kind of tragedy to come. My arms tightened. I refused to let such a sweet looking love fall apart by tragedy.

There's a type of satisfaction in letting go of an arrow, of letting the power of the bow guide the arrow to its appointed destination despite air and other influences that could happen in the meantime.

That satisfaction burned through my veins as I watched the arrow fly towards the intended string. This arrow, as it was given to me by Cupid, was to permanently bind these two souls together. Nothing would break the string.

It saddens me to know that soul mate strings, no matter how powerful they were, were extremely delicate. A single poke from an angel could unravel a newly made soul mate string, and only Cupid's arrows could completely sever a very strong soul mate string. In Heaven, under Cupid's law, it was not right and punishable by banishment from Heaven.

It's very serious business, purposefully severing a soul mate bond.

I watched with satisfaction as the arrow hit the string.

And then I watched with horror as it continued to go through the string, swiftly cutting each individual strand. Despite the consequences of my actions, I flew out of my hiding place and protected that last little string that escaped the arrow. I could almost cry I was so terrified. I watched the arrow hit the ground. It was now no longer a soft pink - the arrow was a sickening gray, and I could swear that there was a dark male voice laughing at me from within the arrow.

"No, please, don't..." I begged the little string. Gathering what little power I had, I fixed the small, weak string, making it as good as new. There wasn't anything else I could do without the express permission of Cupid -

Cupid! He was the one who personally gave me the arrow!

"Italia, I must leave soon." Holy Rome's voice brought me out of my reverie. "The war is getting worse, and I wish to stake my claim."

"But..." My heart almost broke at the watery sadness of Italia's voice. Why must young love be torn apart so viciously? "What will you do with me, Holy Rome?"

Holy Rome smiled and held one of Italia's hands. His eyes sparkled with love and something else... I'm so glad that I did not kill that love. My finger absently petted the weakened string in my hands. I wish I realized what the arrow truly was sooner. There was nothing to be done now, only attempt to fix the mistake that would surely drop onto her shoulders. "You will be fine, my sweet Italia, for you will stay far away from the fights." He kissed his forehead. "A war is no place for a beautiful young woman such as yourself. Do not worry yourself, my dear Italia, I will come back to you."

I hated thinking about it, the day that everything fell apart around me. Tears stung my eyes and I whipped them away, not wanting to deal with the sadness and pain that came with these memories. America squirmed in his sleep. I walked over and brushed a strand away from his head, seeing that his fever had definitely calmed down to a more manageable level.

Glancing out the window (the stars called out to me, begging to be watched), I decided to stay at Alfred's side and keep him safe.

It was all I could do now. There was no way I could help little Italy, now that Holy Rome is no longer with us all.

FINALLY FINISHED THIS CHAPTER! Mein Gott, it was difficult, but I did it xP

Anyways, hope you guys enjoyed this chapter :) More 'memories' will be coming up soon, along with some actual plot. I'm going to be putting in more POVs from the canon characters :3

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