Inamorato [GerIta/HRExChibitalia]

Prologue

"Holy Rome."

We stood in hill. A rough breeze blew past us and whipped our hair in different directions.

"Italy..."

"What's going on?" I asked him "What's going on, Holy Rome?"

"I have to go, Italy," he turned around and began to run. "I'm sorry for everything. Goodbye."

"What do you mean?" I panicked. Was he really leaving...?

"I meant what I said."

"W-Wait! Wait, wait... What do I do?" I stammered.

"Shinsei Roma!" I yelled out his name. He turned to face me once again.

I stared at his cerulean blue eyes. He stared straight back into my own eyes; narrow slights of eyelashes that were compressed tightly together.

I never knew why I looked at the world this way.

He took a step closer towards me.

"Here, take this," I grabbed the closest thing next to me, my deck brush and gave it to him "Think of it like you think of me."

"Why are you—" he paused before he gasped and smiled in realisation.

"Thank you. I suppose I must give you something too..." He thought for a moment "What do your people do with people they like...?"

"I guess they kiss them..." I replied.

We both blushed.

"I've always loved you since the 900's," he whispered as our faces were barely apart.

He slowly leaned in and pressed his lips on mine softly.

The world stopped for a moment as I took in the shock of getting my first kiss.

However, I did not kiss back.

He pulled away, leaving me crying.

"I accept your feelings," I managed to say "I'm so happy you feel the same way."

That was all I did.
But was not everything I wanted to do.

I wanted to hug him and maybe kiss him once again.

My actions were pathetic; I was only encouraging him to go away

Even though I really wanted him to stay.

"I will return for you," he glanced towards me, waving his hand and giving me a sad smile.

"I-I'll wait for you!" I shouted through the wind "I'll wait for your return with sweets!"

That was all I could do.

"I love you, Italy. You're the person that I love the most in this entire world. Never forget that." His last sentence.

I stood on that hill like a statue, witnessing my first love disappear in a sea of soldiers.

My knees buckled and I collapsed on he grass.

Crying.

If only I knew that he would never return.

If I knew, I would've stopped him.

If he was still here, I would have more time.

But he never came back for me.

I barely have much time left.