"Holy Roman Empire?"

-"Hmm?"

"Promise me something?"

-The small Italian named Feliciano turned and faced the taller boy sitting next to him. Feliciano's auburn hair flowed like little curls that whipped with the soft winds in northern Italy. "Of course Italy." Said the other boy.

Holy Roman's pale smile tried to appear as friendly but was always simply serious in other's eyes. However, Feliciano knew there was something different and strange about the boy. Feliciano's optismism and wonders as a the novice boy he was, kept the other boy in ways no other other than the master in castle that were bordered between the two countries.

"Will you still love me when I'm not young and beautiful?"

Holy Roman Empire, who was said to be one of the strongest young men in the world, gushed red like the cherries in Feliciano's master's garden. "Wh-What?"

The small Italian picked at the grass; facing away from the boy's stricken eyes that burned a hole at his cheek. He knew he probably shouldn't have asked, he knew the answer would involve him having a fixed marriage when he wasn't ready for one. He would be pulled together with another male that believes he is someone who he is not and never feel the same after the time has stopped. He would become old, and more noticeable as the boy he is and not the feministic disguised human he really is. "I-It's nothing. Forget about it." He slowly mumbled.

There was silence on that part and no one but the flaps of birds, and the dancing of trees made the slightest of noises in the background of the scenery. The feminist little boy who asked the question to the youthful and powerful, stood and slowly began walking towards the direction of his master's castle. There wasn't a word to be said after that early morning, Holy Roman Empire never responded to the question that was felt as though rhetorical in both of their connectedness.

Minutes upon days were never answered of the question who he, Feliciano; dreamed of hearing. But no words, no written transcripts, no rumors were ever spread upon the large kingdom he stood. Feliciano slowly looked at the dirty rags in front of him and sighed in mellow contempt. He knew one day the answer would be answered soon enough. His wills, endeavors, and pure optimism left no walls detached from what he wanted to hear.

He scrubbed the rags under soapy water and stared out at the gazing sunset at his small windowsill and sighed. "I wish youth and beauty lasted as long as our friendship Holy Rome...."

"Always and forever." said a voice.