I was on my way to sweep up as I usually do when I came across the Holy Roman Empire. I saw him looking at me with a painting in his hands.I approached him and yelled. "Good Morning, Holy Roman Empire!"

He backed away hiding the painting behind him yelling out. "St-stop!"

So I did as he told me to with a confused looked on my face. "W-what?"

We stood there looking at each other for a while until he finally spoke nervously. "Why do you always follow me when I run away, even though you run away when I follow?"

I didn't know what to say. "Holy Roman Empire…" Before he said anything else I noticed a group of guys that were ready to battle, walking outside the doors.
He said to me in a nervous tone. "Hey Italy, there's something I need to tell you." He looked down for a second and continued speaking. "I-I'm sorry for everything. This is goodbye so don't worry."

I looked at him. He has a gloomy looked on his face. "M-meaning…?" I asked not wanting to accept it.

"Just what I said." He responded

Two of his allies went over to him. "Holy Roman Empire, let's get going."
Holy Roman looked over to them and nodded then turned back to me. "Later. Stay healthy." With that said, he turned around and started walking away.

As I looked at him walking away I thought to myself. "Are you really leaving? No way…No way Holy Roman Empire…" I didn't know what else to do. What else to say. I didn't want to accept, it nor want him to leave. I couldn't help to cry. If this is really goodbye, then I don't want to say goodbye like this.

I saw him walking away farther away from me. I couldn't help but to panic. "wait, wait, what do I do…" I looked around with tears in my eyes hoping to find something to help me I saw my deck brush and yelled out to him. "Holy Roman Empire!" He stopped and turned around with the same face he had before. I grabbed my deck brush and said. "I-i'll give this to you. Take it, and think of it like you would me."

He looked at me a little confused. "A…deck brush? Why are you giving that to-" He stopped for a moment. His face went into total shock like if he was remembering something precious. He then looked at me with a calm face. "Italy." He smiled and started walking towards me. I hand him the deck brush and he accepts it. He looks at me with a sad and happy blush face. "Thanks. I accept your feelings."

"We stood there once again looking at each other. The wind was blowing and it was all silent. Then he started speaking once again. "Then in return…At your house, what do you do with people you like?" he asked.

"I thought for a moment, unsure of the answer but then it came to me. "You kiss them, I guess."

"Holy Roman puckered his lips a little blushing a little bit more and responding. "I-I see."

"As he starts walking towards me he tells me. "I've always loved you since the 900's…" He grabs my hands and I see him leaning forward. I close my eyes despite my tears being in the way. I can feel his soft lips as he pressures them into mine.

...At that moment...we share a passionate kiss...

We both slowly pull away from each other. "R-really?" Is what I ask him.

He has a serious look on his face. "Really. I'm not lying."

Hearing those worlds make my heart jump as I begin to smile. "I'm so happy."

His serious face went back into a blush smiley face and we stood there for a second. "L-late Italy. When the war's over, I'll come to see you for sure." He turns around and starts walking away still looking at my direction, blushing and smiling.

...now…I can let him go...

I start smiling and also blushing. "I'll wait. I'll be waiting. I'll wait with plenty of sweets. And don't get hurt or sick. Let's be sure to meet again. For sure…For sure!"

He turns around with a big smile on his face and I can see tears on his eyes. He waves back at me saying. "No matter how many years pass, I'll love you the most of anyone in this world!"

...That was the last time I've ever saw the Holy Roman Empire...

Right after we said goodbye I would ask miss Hungary to help me make a lot of treats and pasta for when Holy Roman comes back. We'd write each other letters. We'd talk about how much we miss each other and when he was coming back.

...Everything was perfectly fine, well thats until the letters stop coming...

On my breaks from work, I'd sit outside to see if any letter will arrive...Nothing...Weeks after the letters stop coming, I'd prepare pasta with the side of the sweets. At night, I'd bring the plate outside with me and waited patiently for him. I'd always end up sleeping outside hoping when I wake up, he'd be by my side saying. "You're finally awake. I'm here just like I promised you." But that day never came.

A couple of years passed and I over heard miss Hungary fighting with Mr. Austria about some letters…I listen closely and hear miss Hungary telling him to stop hiding the letters from both Holy Roman and I…I was so shock I almost knocked down a vase but managed to catch it on time. They heard me and called me in.

I walked in with tears on my eyes asking Mr. Austria. "I-is it true…? Do you have Holy Roman's letters…?"

Austria sighed and confessed. "Italy, I didn't want you to find out this way, but yes…I'm sorry but the truth is Holy Roman hasn't come back to his boss in years…We both thought it was better for you not to find out at all…I'm sorry you had to find out this way…"

Without knowing I stated to shake. Tears went down my cheeks. "Holy Roman…Is he…Is he…" My voice cracked from crying. Before I could let them respond I ran to my room.

"No…It can't be true…He promised me he'd come back…He has to come back…"

That night I could feel my heart break into the millions of pieces of years he's always loved me. I couldn't stop crying. Since that day, I'd cry myself to sleep not wanting to accept the truth.

A couple of weeks passed by and Mr. Austria, Miss Hungary and I went outside and saw Holy Romans boss. He was walking with his head facing the ground and as he got closer to us, I saw it.

…It was Holy Romans Hat...

I dropped down to my knees just staring at the hat as he placed it in front of me. "…H-Holy Roman…" I grabbed his hat and held it close to me letting out a loud shout of anger and sadness. The tears just would't stop coming…

...I had to accept it…I have to accept that…he's gone...