Hetalia/2p Hetalia x dead reader

N. Italy x dead reader.

Everyone knows Italy.

He was a crybaby, a friend, a sort of happy-go-lucky kid. No one knew him like you though. You saw a very sad side of Italy.

A depressed, lonely side.

Now you're gone so who will listen to him?

Italy stood at the side of your casket it was your wake today. He didn't cry though.

He promised to stay strong for you, of course everyone was surprised.

Everyone thought he was going to cry his heart out until he was nothing but a shrivel of dried eyes and a broken heart. Once the wake was over he couldn't take it any longer though. He went home and cried all night into his pillow.

The next day he was the embodiment of what all the countries thought yesterday. Italy still cried that day too and didn't leave his room.

"Why did she leave me?! I was precious to her as much as she was to me right?! Then why....", he whined ", did she leave..."

Knock knock

"Go away."

" Hey-a you could at least try and be nice to-a me... listen I-a know you're-a sad but you have to get over it you can't-a change the past you know... you also have me-a and Kiku and... Potato bastard-a just -a don't spend your-a day sulking okay?" Romano tried to console his brother.

Italy gave no response.

...

Romano left but Italy still stayed in his room thinking about you.

The time of your burial came, Italy finally came out of his room in a suit and tie.

Everyone was dressed in black.

••• sad time skip•••

You were already buried. 

Everyone else left but Italy stayed by your side longer than anyone could imagine he would. He couldn't take it. He fell to his knees and cried for all that was left in him. He couldn't do this alone. 

He had to be with you.....

... and so he was.

(I will let the reader decide what happened to him. Sorry if there are mistakes or you did not like the story. Please let me know if I can improve it)