Germany smiled to himself when he woke up. It was his 2 year anniversary with Italy. He got out of bed and showered, brushed his teeth, and put on his best outfit. A black cross necklace around his neck. By the time he was finished it was 1:30.
He went out to buy flowers for him. There were so many to choose from! He smelled many flowers and finally decided on roses because he thought they were romantic. When he went to the checkout to purchase the roses he picked out his heart swelled with love. He thought about how much he loved Italy and couldn't wait to visit him. The cashier gave him a concerned look as he left. He just smiled at her and waved, not letting her spoil his mood.
As he walked out of the flower shop he saw an Italian restaurant. He immediately went over and ordered pasta, he had come to love pasta last year because he always thought of Italy when he ate it. When he was finished he realized that it was already 3:00! He quickly paid the bill and set off to see Italy.
As he was walking he thought about all the good qualities Italy had. He was nice, caring, sweet, kind hearted, and always meant well. Germany always wondered why Italy liked him even though he was always mean to him. He sighed as he passed another Italian restaurant and thought of Italy. His mind was always on Italy. 'Oh Italy,' he thought 'you are the best thing that's ever happened to me...'
He finally reached his destination and sat in the grass next to Italy.
He pulled out a few strands of grass and just sat there...
He reached out and stroked the smooth stone that was Italy's grave and laughed, a tear rolling down his cheek. He placed the roses on the ground in front of the stone.
"Happy anniversary Italy."
