Love... Love is a beautiful thing.
It is also a desise... It hurts you and burns your soul when someone breaks your love.

Holy Rome is an example of that.... He's gone. Gone like a leaf in the wind.

He promised he'll come back. HE PROMISED!! ITS NOT FAIR! WHY DID HE HAVE TO GO?!

Its just me, Ms. Hungary and Mr. Austria now... no Holy Rome...

Now its slowly burning me alive... My soul. Love is such a harsh thing to have... Why is it even created. Smile like nothing's wrong... No one will know... Right?

Who knows... They will find out somehow...even if I keep this act on. But I'll be here...slowly dying. In this cruel world. I will let time kill me. As I sleep. Like Holy Rome did...