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He didn't want to leave.
He didn't want to fight.
He knew this would be his last battle.
He had a reason to live.
He had a little girl in a green dress that he fell in love with.
At first he didn't know she was a boy in a green dress
But he didn't care when he found out.
Holy Roman Empire didn't want to lose the love that he found
He stepped out onto that battlefield and immediately got a sword through his stomach
Holy Rome lay there, wishing someone would keep Little Italy safe.
Italy heard about the death ten years later when he was sixteen
Austria sat him down and bluntly told him that Holy Roman Empire was killed by France ten years ago
"He said he'd return. I know he will. He always keeps his promises." Italy said before leaving the room.
Italy walked straight to his room and sat by the closed door.
He didn't know whether or not to cry.
After a few days of being depressed, Holy Rome's death had finally sunk in.
Italy woke up and stayed in his room that day to cry.
He didn't want anyone other than Holy Rome.
He then wished for Holy Rome to come back but there was a price to pay for it.
Holy Rome wouldn't remember his childhood memories,
Especially the ones concerning a little girl in a green dress
Now Holy Rome is a man named Germany
And all Italy wants now is the same love he had
When Germany was Holy Roman Empire.
He didn't want to fight.
He knew this would be his last battle.
He had a reason to live.
He had a little girl in a green dress that he fell in love with.
At first he didn't know she was a boy in a green dress
But he didn't care when he found out.
Holy Roman Empire didn't want to lose the love that he found
He stepped out onto that battlefield and immediately got a sword through his stomach
Holy Rome lay there, wishing someone would keep Little Italy safe.
Italy heard about the death ten years later when he was sixteen
Austria sat him down and bluntly told him that Holy Roman Empire was killed by France ten years ago
"He said he'd return. I know he will. He always keeps his promises." Italy said before leaving the room.
Italy walked straight to his room and sat by the closed door.
He didn't know whether or not to cry.
After a few days of being depressed, Holy Rome's death had finally sunk in.
Italy woke up and stayed in his room that day to cry.
He didn't want anyone other than Holy Rome.
He then wished for Holy Rome to come back but there was a price to pay for it.
Holy Rome wouldn't remember his childhood memories,
Especially the ones concerning a little girl in a green dress
Now Holy Rome is a man named Germany
And all Italy wants now is the same love he had
When Germany was Holy Roman Empire.
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The second poem I wrote for my Creative writing class
I do not own the picture or Hetalia
I only own the poem!
I do not own the picture or Hetalia
I only own the poem!
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OMG this is such a lovely poem <3
I kinda have the feeling that the story is real but since you said it was a poem from your own well...yeah... nice one
I kinda have the feeling that the story is real but since you said it was a poem from your own well...yeah... nice one