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Italy giggles grabbing Holy Rome's hand dragging him further into the woods with him. You could hear little whispers from the other children around him, they sounded like little fairy's in the woods. They all rush through the forest, Italy's hand gripped in his tightly. He makes a small noise as Italy's dress flies behind him thinking about nothing but beauty from him. He has a look in him and his eyes shine, Italy's head go back as he laughs. He laughs and laughs, and Holy Rome thinks that he has never heard a more beautiful sound. They stop suddenly and all the children stop laughing.
The world is frozen around them and Holy Rome can't move, Italy turns to look at him his eyes catching the light oddly making Holy Rome want to jerk back. They look red, red like blood. His sweet Italy should never look like that… He looks at him wide eyed and Italy laughs again. But it's different. It's all dark and it's not warm and happy. Holy Rome lets out a cry as Italy lets go of his hand. He tries to grab him but his skirts are just out of his reach.
The children around him scream loudly and he freezes, they are all running to the middle of the forest. He notices France, Spain, everybody. They are children again running to this big tree. As they all run towards it the tree suddenly disappears. He looks at Italy whose still standing in front of the tree and he frowns at him slightly.
"Italy what is going on…this can't all be real…" his voice is soft and almost broken. He looks at him his eyes sad and dark and he makes a soft noise in the back of his throat as he does and he lets out a soft sound his hand reaching out for him.
"Of course it's real… Your dead now Holy Rome. We can move onto the next day. You can't move at all…" Italy's voice is sort and cold as he looks at him and he raises a eyebrow at him which makes Holy Rome flinch back and he hand's still reaching out for him.
"No! I'm not dead! I want to keep moving forward with all of you!" his voice is soft and begging as he looks at him and his eyes are crying. He whips his face. "Please!" Italy turns away and Holy Rome reaches out more, he doesn't he slips and he's falling. He hits his head on the ground and he lets out an oomph!
"Who are you little one?" the voice was nasally and he looks up to see a silver haired man standing there. He had a sword pointed at him, though he didn't look like he was going to use it anytime soon. The blond kid stared at him for a second before he reaches his hand out to him.
"I'm..I'm Germany, I'm your little brother!" his face was stoned face when he said it and he looks up at him his eyes slightly dull. He was confused, he doesn't know why he said that… he frowns slightly, it had to be the truth if he said it.
"Ah, the new country, I'm Prussia, though you probably know that. I'm awesome, now let's take you home and get you out of those…old clothes, you look like you fell through the tree! Unawesome!"

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Italy giggles grabbing Holy Rome's hand dragging him further into the woods with him. You could hear little whispers from the other children around him, they sounded like little fairy's in the woods. They all rush through the forest, Italy's hand gripped in his tightly. He makes a small noise as Italy's dress flies behind him thinking about nothing but beauty from him. He has a look in him and his eyes shine, Italy's head go back as he laughs. He laughs and laughs, and Holy Rome thinks that he has never heard a more beautiful sound. They stop suddenly and all the children stop laughing.
The world is frozen around them and Holy Rome can't move, Italy turns to look at him his eyes catching the light oddly making Holy Rome want to jerk back. They look red, red like blood. His sweet Italy should never look like that… He looks at him wide eyed and Italy laughs again. But it's different. It's all dark and it's not warm and happy. Holy Rome lets out a cry as Italy lets go of his hand. He tries to grab him but his skirts are just out of his reach.
The children around him scream loudly and he freezes, they are all running to the middle of the forest. He notices France, Spain, everybody. They are children again running to this big tree. As they all run towards it the tree suddenly disappears. He looks at Italy whose still standing in front of the tree and he frowns at him slightly.
"Italy what is going on…this can't all be real…" his voice is soft and almost broken. He looks at him his eyes sad and dark and he makes a soft noise in the back of his throat as he does and he lets out a soft sound his hand reaching out for him.
"Of course it's real… Your dead now Holy Rome. We can move onto the next day. You can't move at all…" Italy's voice is sort and cold as he looks at him and he raises a eyebrow at him which makes Holy Rome flinch back and he hand's still reaching out for him.
"No! I'm not dead! I want to keep moving forward with all of you!" his voice is soft and begging as he looks at him and his eyes are crying. He whips his face. "Please!" Italy turns away and Holy Rome reaches out more, he doesn't he slips and he's falling. He hits his head on the ground and he lets out an oomph!
"Who are you little one?" the voice was nasally and he looks up to see a silver haired man standing there. He had a sword pointed at him, though he didn't look like he was going to use it anytime soon. The blond kid stared at him for a second before he reaches his hand out to him.
"I'm..I'm Germany, I'm your little brother!" his face was stoned face when he said it and he looks up at him his eyes slightly dull. He was confused, he doesn't know why he said that… he frowns slightly, it had to be the truth if he said it.
"Ah, the new country, I'm Prussia, though you probably know that. I'm awesome, now let's take you home and get you out of those…old clothes, you look like you fell through the tree! Unawesome!"