She's no longer on the map.
    No one talks about her (h/c) hair or her (e/c), but here I sit writing about my long lost love. Her life was torn away from her by a man with vibrant magenta eyes. But we didn't want to public to panic, so us nations just erased her from history.
    England used magic to sink her island...along with her people.
    Her contributions to our world were given to other countries.
    It was a gory piece of history and I can't bear it any longer. I, Italy Veneziano, am going to tell you all about my forgotten love and the horror that took her away.
    August 14 was the day I met her. The short sea distance had kept us apart for a a while, but soon enough the shy nation made her way to my peninsula.
    I was entranced by her. Everything about her was beautiful. Her (h/c) hair was always haloed perfectly, even in the moon light and her (e/c) orbs always held the most beautiful of emotions. She loved music, art, and literature. In fact some of the poems and books that you have been told are from me and my fratello are actually from her.
    Throughout our relationship I learned that she feared mirrors. Every time she looked in one she'd cringe away or back off, like she could see something I couldn't.
    She gave them the title of "gateway" and soon explained that when she looked into one she always felt a foreboding aura.
    Back then I only saw it as one of her quirks, I mean everyone has them. So I never questioned it.
    But I know now, that I should have rid my house of all it's mirrors.
    It was the middle of the night and we both woke up to the shatter of glass.
    I watched her face lose all it's colour as she began to shake and mumble in her native tongue.
    We both listened to the heavy foot falls that slowly approached our bedroom.
    All I could do was hold her as we watched the door open with a creak.
    In the doorway stood....me.
    But he wasn't me. His hair and eyes were different, along with his clothes.
    He made his way over, we were both too scared to move, and-I'm sorry I don't want to relive her gruesome death. But I can tell you I held her as she died, and that with her last breath she told me she loved me.
    I haven't seen him since then, but I now have a slight fear of mirrors too. Every time I look in them I expect to see him with an insane grin.
    Romano won't let me get rid of the mirrors though, and unfortunately that includes the big one in my room....
    I think I see him grinning at me, but it's too dark to tell.