Take This to Remember Me

Prologue

      There were and are moments that come in everyone’s lives where they don’t want to do something; why would the life of a European country be any different? It would be you say? Why would you think something like that, in fact, there was a small teensy country, built up of smaller countries known as the Holy Roman Empire, he was in the middle of making the biggest decision of his life. Go to war with France, and leave the love of his life, though he knew it was wrong to be with another boy. He paced back and forth begging not to go not to leave that boy, the boy he loved dearly.

      He took a deep breath hearing the familiar Italian accent he loved hearing, and would soon come to miss. Oh Italy he thought, I love you… He didn’t know what to do, does he tell him that he loved him and was leaving? Or does he completely disregard everything and just go. I have to tell him, I need to its only right! He thought.

      “Holy Rome, Holy Rome!” Italy cried. He turned quickly on his heels to see the brunette running directly at him with what he thought to be a deck brush; something the boy would soon come to cherish more than anything else in the world. “No Holy Rome, please don’t go!” Italy whined. Holy Rome sighed, so Austria had already told him about leaving. Damn him to hell… Holy Rome thought bitterly towards Austria.

      “H-Huh?” he asked. The small brunette ran up to Holy Rome wearing a pained and forced smile, saying nothing he stood in front of the small country, they both stood in silence as Italy forced the large broom in Holy Rome’s hand.

      “I want you to have this.” He whispered. The soldiers around the two were questioning the act by the smaller nation. Holy Rome knew the sentimental value of the broom.

      “Thank you, Of course I’ll take your push-broom! I feel like I should give you something too, what do people in your house do if they like someone?”  Holy Rome asked.

      “Uhm, they kiss, I-I think…” Italy whispered. Both young nations were so in love and were both blushing darkly.

      “Kiss? I see. I've liked you for a very long time.... It's been at least ten centuries,” Holy Rome softly said. The boy in black leaned down and kissed the smaller nation on the lips gently. It was so obvious the small German really truly loved the Italian for such a long time and wanted the smaller nation to feel the same way about him.

      “R-R-Really you mean it Holy Rome?” Italy asked. Holy Roman Empire nodded and smiled at the small child. He had loved Italy there was no doubt the child loved him back; he seemed so sure of it.

      “Really Italia, I wouldn’t lie to you, I promise I wouldn’t.”

      “Really that’s happy!” Italy beamed.

      Holy Rome smiled and hugged Italy for the last time and told him, “Well, I’m off Italia, please be careful, I promise you that when this war finally ends to come back to be with you!” With that the German boy walked off carrying his new treasure. His mind was racing as he walked off hearing Italy saying something about making treats for the other boy’s return he followed the soldiers out and went off for war.