Is it?"I promise you, Italy. It's going to be okay," he said again. How many times? I've lost count already haha.Is it? by mysterylife101
"Is it going to be alright, Holy Rome?" I asked, tears dripping down my cheeks. Oddly enough, I was still smiling... I guess I just didn't know when to frown.
"It will." His deep blue eyes – orbs no match for the ocean – stared into mine. His hands wiped my never ending tears away. "Italy, I promise."
Then, as usual, Holy Rome vanished, leaving me in the large world... All alone... Just like Grandpa. W-why? You all promised! My weak little knees wobbled and then buckled under me. The lush grass felt like needles pricking my skin; nature's colors felt like they were mocking me.
Italy suddenly opened his sobbing auburn eyes. He just stared blankly a