The Kingdom of Italy still has terrible, gruesome dreams of the Holy Roman Empire's death. Once he gets to know Germany he finds something about him familiar, but he can't put a finger on it. Then comes the decision of going out with the German, betraying his first and bitter sweet love or being alone with this aching pain that began with the thing called 'love'.
Everything happens in that field of beautiful yet useless weeds.
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