To Save a Life(HRE x Chibitalia story)[Under Construction]

To Save a Life (HRE Chibitalia)

Italy ran down the well worn path, laughing as she tried to catch up with her friend.

“Holy Rome! Wait for me!” She called, her short legs had trouble running, but he was just as short as her.

“You must hurry, Italy!” He called back. She laughed and pumped her legs harder as he disappeared over a hill.

When Italy came over the crest she saw Holy Rome laying on the grass and staring at the stars, his cloak fanning out around him.

She sat down beside him, breathless.

“What are you doing?” She asked after a moment of silence.

“Thinking.” Was the short reply.

“What about?”

“How much I’m going to miss you.”

Italy turned her head to look at him, though he refused to meet her eye.

“Why would you miss me?”

“Because I’m going away.” Holy Rome said after a beat. “To war.”

“What? Holy Rome, you can’t go!” Italy cried, standing up. “You might get hurt!”

“If I win I’ll be able to protect you.”

“But.” She sniffed and Holy Rome stood up, taking her hands in his. She looked up to him with teary eyes.

“Italy. I am doing this for you. When I win, I’ll be big enough to keep you safe from everyone else. I don’t want to see you get hurt.”

Italy sniffed again but nodded. Holy Rome pulled her into a hug and she clenched her hands in his cloak, unwilling to let go.

“I’ll miss you.” She whispered. His arms tightened around her fractionally before he pulled away.

“I’ll miss you too Italy. I’ll think of you everyday.” He pulled something out of his coat pocket and placed it gently into her hands. “This is for you. My last gift before I go.” He placed a small kiss to her cheek before turning and walking away.

Italy looked down to find a small, pink rose cradled in her hands.

“Holy Rome!”

She tried to run after him but found her legs couldn’t move and he faded into the shadows in front of her. The trees seemed to grow, reaching their hands for her as the sky darkened above. Italy crouched down, holding the rose to her chest and whimpered, letting the shadows swallow her.

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Italy woke up with a gasp as Germany knocked his fist on the door, telling her there was an hour until training started before she heard him walk away. She swallowed lungfuls of air, willing her pulse to slow and her mind to calm.

“Oh merda.” She muttered, putting her head in her hands. “Dio mi aiuti.”

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So I was reading over this and.. Ugh. My writing was not as good as it is now. So! Since I’m (kinda) proud of this story, I’m rewriting the chapters ^^ I’m not changing Italy’s gender in this, cause I’m just changing the wording of the same thing I wrote 2 years ago.

Pink roses symbolise first love, innocence, and healing. (Flowers and their meanings will have a big thing in this story)

The line that Italy says in Italian translates to “Oh, shit.” and “God help me.” (I’m using google translate, so if you see an errors or something doesn’t look right in another language, please tell me ^^)

This story is unbetaed cause I don’t care so.

As always, comments are very much appreciated ^^