And the petals fall...
“Please don’t cry, Germany…I’m happy, I’m truly happy. I’ve got to meet you, I’ve got to see what you look like…”
Italy let out a soft laugh. “Even though I can’t see you, I know the expression you have right now….” he reached out and cupped Germany’s cheek. “Can you smile for me? Even though I can’t see it, your smile was always beautiful.”
Germany let out a shaky breath, tears beginning to fall from his eyes. His lips twisted into a tight smile, a silent sob escaping his lips. Italy let out a soft smile and put his hand back into his lap.
“When I go, can you smile for me? At my funeral I don’t want you to cry. I don’t want you to frown. I want you to smile. Smile about the times we had together, going on dates, making dinner with each other… Smile Germany. From above I want to see you smile.” he ‘stared’ steadily at Germany. “Can you do that for me?”
Germany stayed silent before finally answering, “…Yes.”