Mothertalia

AdultItaly

I'm sorry if this isn't correct and if South Italy joined WW2 I honestly don't know. I'm having trouble finding anything out about South Italy so I'm sorry if this is historically incorrect.
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((Y/n)'s pov)

I looked down in pity as my son, Italy, cried at my feet. I didn't know what to say to him as he apologized repeatedly to me. Talking about how he lost and is joining the Allies.

I honestly don't know what to say or even think about this. This was the last thing I expected to happen. Germany told me that he'd protect Italy and that he'd never hurt him during this war, but now....

What's going to happen?

All kind of thoughts swirled around my head, giving me a headache from just thinking about what's going to happen.

Oh Italy, what have you done?

I bent down and pulled Italy into a hug as he cried onto my shoulder and held me close.

"Mi dispiace, mamma! Mi dispiace!" (I'm sorry, Mom! I'm sorry!) He cried onto my shoulder as I struggled to hold in tears, too afraid to find out what will happen to him once he leaves me.

"Italy... promise me one thing." I said to him, one lonesome tear dropped down my (s/k) cheek as I held his hands.

"Promise me you'll win this war and come back to me alive." Tears started to pour down my face as I gripped onto his hands tighter, begging for him to promise me this.

I know he's going to get hurt. I know he's going to run into problems. And I know that he's going to be facing a ton of hardships along the way. But I refuse to even think that he'll die out there, not my Italy. He must survive.

"I'm sorry, mamma...... I can't promise you that." That was it, that was the last straw. I trapped Italy in my arms as I cried on his shoulder, wetting his uniform, but I didn't care. Right now I just wished for time to stop so that I could be with him longer.

I felt him put his hands on my shoulders as he separated us. He started to get up only for me to grab him by his leg.

"If you can't promise me that, then promise me I'll see you again. Promise me that!"

Italy looked at me sadly as he kissed my forehead and started to leave to get ready for war.

"I promise, mamma. I promise."