Prologue:The beginning of the end

No one could understand. No one. Not Austria. Not Hungary. Not Spain. Not even fratello. No one. No one could understand what it was like to hear the one you loved was dead. Had been killed by someone you trusted. It was then that he understood what he had to do. What he had always been meant to do. He had to become strong. He had to surpass everyone. He had to gain a strength that no one could take a way. That no one could match. He would be strong. He would become something great. It was in that moment he began to plot.

I can't let anyone know. Not even fratello...

It was that moment, when all tears had dried and his heart longed for someone he would never meet again, that he maade a promise to himself and to lost love.

I will become the strongest! No one will mess with me! I will make something so great I will be remembered just as Grandpa Rome is! And, and I won't let myself fall in love again. Never! It's just a weakness now.

No one knew what the distraught Italian was plotting in his little room that day. Not Austria. Not Hungary. Not Spain. Not Romano. The world never knew what was coming. Was unprepared for what the small nation could achieve. Was to naive to what lurked just beyond the bubbly demeanor. The world could never imagine someone so sweet, so innocent, so twisted. This was the world's worst mistake. The beginning of the end...