Disclaimer: This is just a FANmade story, so the characters do not belong to me! Let the story begin! :D

Also, this is slightly (*cough*a lot*cough*) based off of "Makka No Ito" by Plastic Trees. Haven't heard it? Go hear it!

POV: Holy Roman Empire

In the glass sky, a great typhoon's coming, with a terrible wind
If that's all, hey we have reason to smile, cause we're together

There was light everywhere and I couldn't see
What's this...that spills from my eyes?

Goodbye

"I will not accept defeat!" shouted France, slashing his sword against mine. The sparks were flying like orange daggers streaking towards me. As men around us fell into Death's open arms, I felt to do the same. My strength was depleting after fighting for so long... I wasn't sure if I could last much longer.

Only the thought of coming home to Italy kept me going.

I couldn't back down now, after all of this time of struggling against this French bastard. I thought of her brown hair drifting easily in the spring breeze. Her smile, whiter than any pearl could dream of being, lighting up my thoughts. Seeing her face... my heart began to ache –

What made it worse was the sudden sword piercing through it.

"Y-You-! D-Damnit!" I hissed as the enemy nation slowly twisted through my chest, all air escaping my lungs. The only thing I could feel was pain, blazing up my spine like wildfire. I couldn't speak or think, the wound blinding me maliciously. "Bastard!"

"You have seen your last hour, Holy Rome!" France cackled, "This is the end of the Holy Roman Empite!" He thrusted the blade deeper, impaling me even farther than I thought he would. Even though my life was fleeting from my body, the only one I thought about was Italy.

The promise...

I promised her I would be back...

My sight was beginning to blur. "N-No.." I sighed weakly, blood retreating quickly from my viens, "Italy..." I was unsure if the blood-loss was making me delusional or not, but I saw a flicker of remorse flash by in the Frenchman's blue orbs. Hastily, he slid the sword out of my chest, letting me collapse in the warm, reddened grass.

"I'll take care of Italy." He whispered before leaving me here to die.

That really pissed me off. "You bastard!" I shouted with all of the energy I had left, tears like waterfalls spilling from my eyes, whose sight was suddenly lost.

Then the world went black.

Italy...

I love you so much...

Please... give me a second chance...

I want to see you again...

As I lie here begging; praying for a second chance, suddenly I see wings.

"You want to see her again?" asks the owner of those wings. I assumed it was an angel of death coming to take me to where I deserved to go.

"Y...Yes.."I mange to croak. The only thing I could see was the wings, glowing like finely polished gold against the blackness of death. I couldn't see the owner.

"I have seen your future, and you do get to see Italy again." said the voice in what I believed to be a British accent.

"Really?" I ask, hope sprouting in my chest. To see her smile, her tears, her hair, her eyes... I'd do anything, pay any price –

"But there is something you must do for me. You must forget this life and I shall bless you anew." He requested.

Forget this life... would that mean I would forget everything...?

Even her?

I feel tears slip down my cheeks at the thought. Maybe in this new life we would meet again. I would have to fall in love with her again.

That wouldn't be too hard, would it? She's so beautiful and lovable that falling in love with her would be as easy as walking.

"Yes. But may I request something?" I ask.

"Hm? What would it be?" he responds, his face coming into view. My eyes flew to his huge eyebrows -one raised from perplexity- and through his messy blonde hair. His emerald orbs were soft yet shot through me like daggers (an experience I would never like to feel again).

"Change my fate so that I will be with Italy again! Please!" I cry out, my limbs suddenly going numb. His lips thinned into a fine smile.

"You will be, with my power added or not, young one." He smirked.

I sighed with relief. I could see his figure now, it being wrapped in a white toga. It glowed, making him more angelic than he had appeared before.

"Heaven and Hell

Back hands away

Make the broken well

Let the soul come back and stay.

Start anew and

Clear the fire

No longer shall you be

The Holy Roman Empire"

As he chanted the spell, I felt like a weight had been lifted off of my shoulders. My mind felt elevated and my body went sweetly numb. I smiled and closed my eyes, letting pleasure succumb me. Then my memories kissed me goodbye one by one.

That was the last time I would see Italy for a while.

Yaaaay! I was bored, so I decided to do this! Love HRE and Chibitalia so much! :D

Blahblahturtle OUT~