Ti Amo Per Sempre (North Italy x Reader)In this story, you're the nation of Malta. The war is one I made up. Also, Romano does swear; I did censor it. Enjoy!Ti Amo Per Sempre (North Italy x Reader) by Oshaco
He laid there sobbing. His auburn hair had lost its luster, one little curl drooping pathetically. His honey-brown eyes, normally closed, were clenched shut, tears pouring from them.
The gravestone was on top of a hill under an apple tree. The grassy hill was tall, leading to a cliff that dropped away to the sparkling sea. The sun was setting, the last lingering rays painting the skies vivid pinks and oranges. Navy blue tinged the edge of the horizon, a reminder that the light would soon be gone. The sky was reflected in the water, sparkling and glinting off the surface, mixing with the deep blue to create something that could only be described as captivating.
Only one thing was out of place in this picturesque scene; the Italian man sobbing over the grave under the tree.
"[Name]..." he sobbed, lifting a photo of a