Farewell
Holy Roman Empire walked into a large clearing with Chibitalia following close behind. His stoic blue eyes were shining with grief and Italy's with confusion and curiosity. They had been walking for quite some tome, as Holy Roman Empire wished to share news with Italy. He had a reticular destination in mind, a quite, serene field that he loved to visit as a younger nation. He thought the place would be perfect for his news. He stopped in the large, grassy clearing, and then the blond nation turned to face the other with sadness in his eyes.
"Italy... I brought you out here to tell you something..." He started slowly, not knowing how he could possibly go through with this.
"What is it Holy Roman Empire?" Italy asked curiously, lightly tugging on the cute maid's outfit that Miss Hungary dressed him in. "Italy... I have got to go to war... I don't know when I will be able to see you again..." He continued, dragging each word out as if it were painful. The young nation looked at his shoes, preparing himself for Italy's tears. But, Italy blinked obliviously and smiled in a friendly gesture,
"Well good luck to you then! I hope you win!" Holy Roman Empire felt tears pool at the corners of his eyes, as he was forced to explain further,
"Italy... If this war does not work out in my favor, it will eventually engulf this area too, and you will be involved. Italy, will you become part of the Holy Roman Empire with me? So I can protect you?" Italy frowned and shook his head in conviction,
" No! I can't let you become too big! I saw all of the scars grandpa Rome had because he got too powerful... It was awful! I can't let that happen to you!" Holy Roman Empire sighed and turned around, tears streaming down his pale face. He was too proud to let Italy see him like this. "Why did I expect you to change your mind? Well, farewell then Italy, let us hope we will see each other again." He murmured sorrowfully. The nation then walked away leaving Italy behind.
"Holy Roman Empire! Please don't go!" Italy cried, and the other turned slightly to look at Italy. "Please don't make this harder then it has to be..." He told Italy sullenly.
"Wait!" Chibitalia called out as he grasped his broom that he used to clean Mr. Austria's house.
"Take this to remember me by..." Italy said quietly, holding out the broom to him, "I am sorry that I do not have a proper gift..." Holy Roman Empire took the broom from Italy with gratitude.
"I will treasure it." He stated simply, adoration shining in his damp eyes. And when Holy Roman Empire left for good, Italy couldn't help but break down in tears. Mr. Austria told Italy that he would return, and Italy anxiously awaited his return. But, he never saw the Holy Roman Empire again.