Everyone wanted to sit next to Holy Rome during lunch because it was his very last day of school. Naturally, Chibitalia was no exception. Unfortunately for Chibitalia, Miss Hungary decided to assign seats so the children who didn't sit next to Holy Rome very often got the chance. So, Taiwan and Canada got to sit on either side of the little boy in black. Chibitalia sat on the other side of the round globe table. As he quietly ate his pasta lunch, he vowed to play with Holy Rome during recess.
Holy Rome tried to talk with everyone during lunch so no one would complain about him playing with Chibitalia during recess. He knew it might be the very last time he would ever get to play with the cute little brown haired girl. Miss Hungary ended lunch slightly early so she could bundle all of the children up in their snow gear. As expected, it was a long process. None of the children really liked their marshmallow jackets or fuzzy mittens and were very uncooperative.
Holy Rome got to lead the line out to the playground because it was his last day, although technically it was America's turn. Once they arrived at the snow-covered playground, the class dispersed as everyone went off to play. Some children hurried to the little hill to sled, while others looked for untouched spots of snow to make snow angels. Before Holy Rome could protest, Chibitalia grabbed his hand and led him to the play structure. Though Holy Rome blushed, he was glad to hold Chibitalia's hand. The pair enjoyed chasing each other around the snow. They discovered they could go fast down the slide if they threw snow down it first. They didn't care that their time together was running out- they were too busy having fun.
"Holy Rome! It's time to go!" called Miss Hungary. It was hard to tell where she was because the wind was picking up.
No, Miss Hungary! I don't want Holy Rome to go. Recess isn't over yet so he shouldn't have to go. Why can't he have five more minutes to play with me?
"Chibitalia, hide!" cried Holy Rome as he hurried under the play structure. He was the happiest he had ever been in his short life. He didn't want to leave.
The pair huddled in a tunnel in the play structure, hoping Miss Hungary wouldn't find them.
"Do you really have to go, Holy Rome?" asked Chibitalia. Chibitalia's voice was smaller than usual, his eyes shining with tears.
"I have to," replied Holy Rome. He couldn't stop looking at Chibitalia, even though it hurt.
Chibitalia reached into the folds of his skirt and pulled out a small stuffed rabbit.
"Here, Holy Rome. It's something for you to remember me by," said Chibitalia as he handed the toy to Holy Rome.
Holy Rome carefully took the bunny from Chibitalia and held it to his chest. It smelled like pasta and wildflowers, just like Chibitalia. It was fuzzy and warm, the perfect size to take with on a trip. Holy Rome hugged the rabbit gently as he looked up at Chibitalia. The green-clad child was glad his friend liked the gift.
"How do I say, 'thank you', at your house?" asked Holy Rome.
"You can say, 'Grazie', or give them a kiss" replied Chibitalia, who was suddenly very interested in his fuzzy mittens.
"Grazie, Chibitalia" said Holy Rome.
Suddenly his lips pressed against Chibitalia's as everything froze for a moment in the tunnel.
"HOLY ROME! Where are you?" called Miss Hungary.
"I've liked you since the very first day of school, Chibitalia," said Holy Rome as he pulled away.
"Me too" replied Chibitalia, blushing a soft pink that matched the stuffed bunny he gave Holy Rome.
It was time to go, Holy Rome knew. The look on Chibitalia's face was so heartbreaking that Holy Rome simply turned and crawled out of the tunnel without looking back. The pink bunny was firmly tucked under his harm as he hurried towards Miss Hungary, his eyes filled with tears. He carefully put the stuffed rabbit in the backpack Miss Hungary was holding before slipping it one. Chibitalia crawled out of the tunnel just in time to see Holy Rome walking towards the front of the school holding both Mr. Austria and Miss Hungary's hands.
Chibitalia closed his eyes for a moment and wiped away his tears. When he opened his eyes again, Holy Rome was gone.
AN: Hi, everyone! Hope you like the story. Sorry I changed the gift, but how would Holy Rome have explained panties or a random deck brush to Miss Hungary?