"N-no…" The words escaped the teenager's mouth like a whisper. It was impossible… absolutely unfathomable to him. "No! You're lying!"
"No Italia… I'm not. Please, calm down…" Hungary pleaded, eyes puffy and red from crying.
"LIAR! Sei un bugiardo!" He screeched, gripping the hem of his linen shirt with his shaking hands. "Lui non è morto! He is not dead!" Tears slipped down his handsome relentlessly. "Sei un bugiardo! Holy Roman Empire promised! He promised to come back!"
"Italia!" A more stern voice said. Both looked up to see Austria, his eyes abnormally bloodshot and tired. "You need to accept it. I'm sorry, but Holy Roman Empire is dead. He was killed in battle with France." He said quite plainly, voice cracking slightly as he spoke. "Prussia was there… he delivered the news himself." His voice grew quieter with each word.
"Where is he?" Italy asked. Both adults looked at each other with confusion. "Where is Mr. Prussia. I want to talk to him!" Italia said with a mixture of anger and sadness.
"He's in the piano room." Austria said. "But don't be angry at him. He did all he could."
"I know, but he was Holy Rome's brother, right? I want to speak with him." With that, Italy left the room, not glancing back at Hungary, who broke down into tears into Austria's shoulder.
As soon as he entered the room, he found Prussia. He was sitting at the Piano, gently brushing over the keys, but not playing a single note. He looked up when Italy came in and met his eyes evenly with his own.
"Italien…" He said quietly, but whatever he was going to say next was cut off as the teenager crashed into him, wrapping his arms around the albino's neck. Prussia was frozen for a moment as Italy cried into his shirt. Then he wrapped his arms around the smaller boy.
"I'm sorry Italien… I'm so sorry…" He said quietly, tears slipping from his red pools.
(But did I get the italian right)