This is a story about beginnings.

My beginnings--of my life, my choices, and my world.

My name is Italia, and I have a dream.

A dream of purity.

I guess you could say it is pure, but then again it isn't. The world itself is blinded by war, greed, and lust. There was nothing a country could do but other than to just suffer with other countless victims of our own. The dignity that we hold is unimaginable to control for a regular person to understand, but for a person who represents a country, is another story.

We believe that people make the decisions for our lives. We can't control their wills but only watch as they destroy us from inside. The horrible ends to these are the reasons why my Grandfather, Holy Rome; made me the person I am today. I can't change my past since it was done by mankind but all I could do is drift off and hope for the better.

The better and hope that I dream of is pure bliss. The kind that would make heaven identical to it, but much more understanding. But sadly, reality awakens me from that and I always close my eyes from the world.

I don't want to see the messed up world we live in.

I don't want to see the hatred between other countries.

I don't want to see the deaths of others around me.

But most of all, I don't want to see myself as I am today--no, I want to see myself as a good person and not for what I have done to so many people....so many deaths...so much loss...and moving on never helps me forget those moments.

That is why I drift.

That is why I am blinded from reality, because reality needs a better world.

I have dreams, and they are the beginnings of something new.

I am Italia, and I am a dreamer.

A dreamer of purity in this world.