Happy. (Aph fanfic)

Happy: Italy.

Italy sat under the multicoloured sky, mainly made up of warm colours, smiling happily as he watched the sun set.

"It's so pretty~ all the colours, they make me feel happy~" the Italian sighed happily. He was too busy admiring the scenery, he didn't hear footsteps walking towards him.

"Hello... Italy." A voice said. Whoever it was sounded slightly upset.

The little Italian jumped slightly, not expecting anyone to be there. He turned his head and looked up at the other.

"Ciao Holy Rome~" he said, smiling even brighter than before.

Holy Rome couldn't help but smile back as he sat beside Italy and looked at the sky. "Wow... It's so pretty"

" I know, right~ " the Italian giggled and sat close to Holy Rome.

"Italy..." He sounded disappointed.

"Huh? What's wrong Holy Rome?" Italy was starting to get worried.

"Hm? Oh nothing... I'm just... Happy I can be here with you, that's all."

Italy wasn't worried and smiled again. "And I'm happy I can be here with you, Holy Rome~"

They sat on the small green hill, gazing up at the sky until it was time to leave.

The next day, Italy saw Holy Rome on that same hill and smiled, running up to him. "Holy Rome!~" he shouted happily.

The blonde jumped slightly and turned to the Italian. "Why do you run when I chase you and yet chase me when I run?"

"Holy Rome?..." Italy lost his smile and now seemed concerned. "What do you mean, Holy Rome?"

"Listen, Italy... There's one thing I need to tell you... I-I'm sorry about everything. I have to leave so you can feel at ease."

"Wh-what do you mean?" Italy could feel himself tear up.

"I mean exactly what I said."

Just then, two men who were part of the Holy Roman Empire's army came up to them.

"Holy Rome we'd better get going." One said.

Holy Rome looked at the man and nodded. "okay." He said before looking back at Italy. "Well, see you then, take care." He turned and started walking away from the Italian with the two men.

It took awhile for Italy to register what was really happening. "Are... Are you really leaving?... No... I don't want you to go, Holy Rome. Don't go... W-wait! Holy Rome, d-don't go! Holy Rome!" Tears started to fall down the little Italians face as he watched the other walk away.

Holy Rome turned around, looking like he was going to burst into tears.

Italy walked up to him, holding out a broom. "I... I'll give this to you. This... Think of it as me and take it with you, Holy Rome."

"Hm... A brush broom?..." He took the broom, wondering why it would remind him of Italy. "Why are you giving me such a thing?" He then remembered all the times he saw Italy with the broom. "Italy..." He said, smiling sadly. "Thank you... I accept your feelings... Well then, I'll give you something too... What do people do for someone they like at your home?..."

"K...kiss, I think." The Italian couldn't help but blush as he wiped away his tears.

"I-I see..." Holy Rome replied, moving closer to Italy. "I've always liked you since the tenth century, Italy. " he closed his eyes and kissed the Italian.

Italy didn't hesitate and kissed the other back before pulling away. "R-really?"

"Yes... Really. I'm not lying."