Depressed!Romano X German!Dead!Reader

~If I die young~

*Depressed!Romano X German!Reader*

Here he was,dressing her into the white bride`s dress.She requested,she almost pleaded that if she was to die in the war,they would dress her as a bride – as she never had the opportunity to be one.
She also requested for them not to cry and to wear white clothes.That people should be happy she is in a better place.
Her fiancée`s hand started to tremble as he watched her with honey coloured eyes filled with water.Her complexion was paler than usual and her (e/c) eyes were shut close,as if she was in a deep slumber.
A smile was plastered on her face – one of relief mixed with sadness though.She wanted to live,though,as soon as the Prussian Imperium dissipated,she died.
Her name was (Name) and she was the younger sister and capital city of Prussia.She died hand in hand with her brother,so she was happy.
Only the two of them knew.They didn`t want to burden people with their awesomeness.
Her older brother,Ludwig,found her body – surprisingly enough,Gilbert`s faded,ash remaining in his place.But hers no.
Tears hit the tsunedere`s face as he had heard from Antonio that (Name) was dead – not that he would actually say it out loud,but Lovino loved her – and he loved her to that point that he would stop being stubborn and foul mouthed.
He tried to awake her.He tried everything – bringing her daisies,beautiful red roses,cornflower,cooking her pasta,shaking her inert form,whispering sweet nothings – even telling her that he loved her.
Their were supposed to get married.And now,here he was,watching her pale hand rest into his,without a movement.Her engagement ring glimmering into the pale rays of the sun.
She might have been the arrogant sister of the 'potato bastard',but he loved her deeply,because she was what she was : a beautiful stubborn female,with a big cracked ego like her brother`s Prussia,organized like Germany,but loving and unique.
He couldn`t possibly burry her now.Her place wasn`t under 3 meters of dirty soil.She suffered of claustrophobia and also couldn`t bear getting herself dirty.She paid extra attention to every single detail.
Only if it have been his choice,he would have gone by now,being buried in the same coffin as his beloved one.Clutching tight her hand,both wearing pure white clothes.Nose to nose,face to face…covered by a bunch of daisies,edelweiss and multicoloured roses.
A pained whined growl escaped from deep his throat.His eyes ocean of waters,red and puffed,looking up as if questioning God what right he had to take his fiancée.
His hand almost breaking the fragile one of hers,a ghostly white as the vital liquid didn`t rush anymore through her veins.
Lovino had prayed many times to wake from this nightmare.But as more as he stayed awake and felt his entire being heavy,he realized that her death wasn`t a bad dream – that this was the cruel reality.
Even if he didn`t seem to care about religion,he did.He was a Christian and he couldn`t actually commit suicide.It was forbidden.
Another reason keeping him from passing away with his lover was a tiny little being who had (e/c) eyes and coffee brown hair.
"Papà1,why is ma2 sleeping?" the little boy questioned,his gaze never leaving his mother`s body.
"She is just tired,Roma!" he huskily answered,patting his hair and holding onto dear life to him.
"But she will wake up,won`t she?" the kid continued,clutching onto his dad white shirt.
"No bambino3!Mama will go to a better place." Lovino almost broke down realizing the fact that his baby boy will no longer have a mother.
What was worse,he didn`t even know how to take care of a baby.(Name) did all the job.

~Flashback~

"Che cosa stai dicendo?!4" the shocked Italian asked,his honeyed coloured eyes wide.
"I`m pregnant,Lovi!Pregnant with your baby!" she answered,taking his hand into hers.
"It`s ok if you don`t want it,but I`m not going to give up on him!" (Name) continued,placing her other hand on her belly.
After minutes of silence which seemed eternities,the girl let go of the Southern Italian`s hand and made her way to the door.
"I-I want it!" he responded,obviously flustred.
She turned her head towards him,a shocked expression plastered on her face – deep inside she knew what he meant,but she wanted to hear it from him.
"T-The bambino!I`m his father after all!" his head was slightly bowed,a scarlet blush dusting his cheeks.
And there he was for her when she needed,but he never gathered the courage to propose.
Though,one day,he did.Unfortunately,it was too late.Just before a few months for the Prussian Imperium to dissolve.
Still,she accepted his proposal and she faked everything – her smile and how she prepared her whole suit.How she would cradle her baby in her arms,never letting him out of sight.And how she wanted everyone dear to be with her.Only Gilbert knew why and he felt sick and disgusted that his awesome schwester5 had to part from this world with him.
But at least they did it together.

~End of flashback~

'You`ll do great,Lovi!~' he heard a whispered,sang voice,as if it was from another world.That pet name she used to call him.
The Italian patted his son`s sleeping form back as the little one let cute small noises in his sleep.He knew at the moment he had to hold on for him and to be there when he needed.
The metal iron cross from his son`s neck shined under the moonlight.It was a sign.A sign that (Name) will always be there for her fiancée and son.

'(Name) Beilschmidt.
Deceased on February 25th 1947.
Mom of Roma Vargas Beilschmidt,fiancée to Lovino Vargas and sister of
Gilbert and Ludwig Beilschmidt.
Never to be forget!'