Solo il Tempo

This is my plot but the characters are not mine

“What someone says.”

~ What they think; you guess who. ~

Language used this chapter Italian and Austrian for general speech

A little girl, in a white hat and chaotic tunic, cries as she leaves her home. Once her grandfather had fallen, in the fifth century, he had left her and her brother vulnerable to enemy attacks. They were lucky to have lasted as long as they did on their own, but it couldn’t last forever. The countries she had once called brothers, now pick and tare her and her brother’s country apart. Southern Italy Romano, her brother, is under Spain’s rule. The little girl used to be under his rule too but…

She, Northern Italy Feliciana is being given to Austria as part of a treaty between Spain and him; he’ll have full control over her politics and industry within her territories. Tears couldn’t stop falling from her eyes no matter what she did to stop them. For a long time the little one had been avoiding all things connected to Holy Roman Empire; it sucks that Austria works with him.

Holy Roman Empire was a little older than Italy but was already very strong. He had blond hair true blue eyes with white skin, and he usually wore a black catholic tunic with puffy pants boots a cape, and a black hat with a gold oval pin and trim. She didn’t know much about him personally, except how he wanted her to join his empire

Her and Romano were twins and look alike for the most part. Both have olive skin, chestnut brown hair (Romano’s being a little darker) with one signature curl, and lovely amber-brown eyes. While growing up they never really got along; Romano being a jerk to his sister, because she was Grandpa Rome’s favorite. Regardless of their past, both know they share pain with their people now, for how things are.

The carriage holding her suddenly caught a big bump, throwing the small Italian to the floor. She held back her sobs so as not to get in trouble with the driver; the little Italian curled into ball trying to hide away from the rest of the world. She didn’t even notice her shoulder length hair had fallen out of her hat; spiraled around her head. She lay there crying till she fell asleep.

In the morning, a woman with green eyes long light brown hair in a black shin-length maid uniform and white apron shook her awake. Little Italy squeaked a bit away from the pretty lady, and then checked her surrounding. Cream-colored walls, no windows, the simple cotton and wool bed she was on, hardwood floor, one drawer set, and a table with a basin towel and pitcher on it. “Jó reggelt, hogyan érzi magát egy kicsit?” said the pretty maid. Italy then looked at the woman with confusion. “Um… what did you say…ah miss?” asked little Italy.

“OOhhhhhhh,” the small country was then snagged into a tight hug, “You’re so cute!” squealed the lady. After about five seconds, the unknown lady pulled away, enough for Feliciana to notice flowers in the lady’s hair. “Well hello my name is Hungary, little one, what is yours?” Sacred but out of politeness, her grandfather taught her, she then answered, “My name is Italy.”

Hungary smiled at Italy, she then started think about if she would have been like the child before her, if someone told her that she was a female sooner ~Dammit Prussia~. “Well we have about three hours before you have to met Austria, so how about a bath?” Italy nodded, took Miss. Hungary’s hand and was led to the bath. On their way Feliciana had noticed how fast they had made it from the servants quarters to the beautiful halls, with large painting from landscapes to full body portraits.

It reminded her of home, and how she missed it. Hungary had started to notice Italy’s sorrowed face, and knelt down to the child’s level. “Italy.” she said in all seriousness, making the little girl raise her eyes to Mrs. Hungry. “Y-yes?” what the woman said next helped Italy in so many ways at the time and the future, “Are you a boy or girl?”