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You know when I was very small, smaller than I was before I met you and I went out to play my parents would leave a light in the window so I could always find my way back home, no matter where I went. Well I've grown up a lot since then, and I don’t need it now, but you’ve gone away to war though you’ve promised to return one day and I’m afrard you’ll get lost and forget how to get back. So I've taken my candle out, and left it in the window, that way you’ll always know I’m here and I wait next to it until I fall asleep so if you come back I’ll be there to see you.
It’s been quite sometime since I last saw your face. News is slow, but what can you expect? I admit I’m too much of a coward to send as many letters as I’d like. Though you know that I love you too, you’ve always been good like that. Even when you seem scary, you’ve always been so nice to me.
I had to replace that candle; it burnt down all the way. Nearly set the house on fire, I got scolded by Mr Austria. Couldn’t blame him, though I wish he hadn’t taken away my pasta. I’m still waiting here, I hope you know that. I've even made the sweets I promised!
Miss Hungary helped me. She’s seems very sad lately, but she won’t tell me why. Mr. Austria too… Maybe when you get back we can cheer them up! I bet they miss you too!
Big brother France came by the other day, he was kind of beat up I suppose… I suppose one of those people he talks about, must have beaten him up…
I miss you so much you know that? I hope you come home soon I really really do! Because, because I never really got to say it to you and Grandpa says that that’s the best way, that way you know for sure! And you know these sweets won’t stay good forever and I don’t want to eat them without you!
Why won’t you come home? You promised me… I love you, please come home, please come home, I love you; I’m waiting… just like I promised… I love you…
Holy Roman Empire… don’t leave me, don’t leave me…
Why do people I love keep leaving me?