Letters to Holy Rome

Dear Holy Rome,

I know you will never get these letters, it just helps me. I miss you so much and I want you to come home. I hope you are not hurt from war. I'm still cleaning at Mr. Austria's house. I don't mind, I just wish they served pasta. Mr. Austria talks about you every once and a while and so does Miss. Hungary. I try to leave the room when they do, it makes me sad. I miss helping you learn how to paint. I hope the push broom I gave you comes in handy. Mr. Austria yelled at me for giving it away, but it's ok because I wanted you to have it. And with that kiss you gave me, it feels like you took a part of me with you. I love you Holy Rome and I will wait until forever for you to come back.
                         

                                 Love,
                                          Italy