During a calm summer evening, Italy, Holy Rome, and Hungry were all in the piano room, listening to Austria play. Everyone had a content expression on their faces. Italy looked, and felt, very sleepy. After a few moments of listening to the soothing songs, Italy curled up and laid his head on Holy Rome's lap. Italy had a long day of cleaning, cooking, and helping Hungry out in the garden. Holy Rome looked down lovingly at the sleeping Italy. He smiled and gently brushed a lock of hair out of Italy's face.
Austria ended his mini concert and Hungry and Holy Rome applauded him. Even the clapping wouldn't wake up the little Italy. Austria sighed and shook his head.
"Doesn't Italy know that it's rude to sleep when someone is preforming?"
"Oh he is just tired, Austria." Hungry said as she stood up. "He has had a very long day." She picked up Italy and carried him to his rom. Austria looked a little confused.
"Italy is a he?" he asked himself. Hungry nodded.
"Yes, he is still so young. He isn't close to hitting puberty yet." Italy started to fuss a little bit and hungry continued on for his room. Holy Rome followed her down the hall and he entered his own room.
As Holy Rome and everyone else in the house slept, a thunder and lightning storm started up. Holy Rome was awoken by the flashes of lightening for a moment, but he fell right back to sleep. No one could say the same for Italy though. He was terrified of thunder and lightning storms. Italy was wide awake, clutching his blanket and flinching every time he saw a flash of lightning and heard the roar of the thunder.
The little frightened Italy hopped out of bed and scampered over to Holy Rome's bedroom. Italy slowly opened the door and snuck into the room. He tried his best to climb into bed with Holy Rome without waking him up. Italy curled up under the blankets and scooted close to Holy Rome to feel safe away from the storm.
Holy Rome woke up just as Italy stopped moving around. He noticed that Italy was dead asleep. Holy Rome turned on his side and started to cuddle with Italy in a spooning position. The storm died down and all that could be heard was a light rain fall. Holy Rome didn't fall asleep for a while. Instead, he held Italy as he peacefully slept in his arms. Holy Rome gently smelled Italy's hair that had a relaxing sent of wild flowers and the smell of fresh linin. Holy Rome leaned over and kissed Italy on the cheek.
"Goodnight, Italy." He whispered in his ear.
"Goodnight, Holy Rome." Italy said back sleepily. "I love you."