Dying!RomexGrandaughter!Reader

Your little brother was weeping on your shoulder. "He can't go, he can't!" The little Italian  blew  his nose on your shoulder.

"Calm down, Italy. Grandpa Rome will be fine. He's the world's biggest empire. He can't die." But he was. The greatest empire would be no more.  Who would control the land? Feliciano was just a little boy. Romano was with big brother Spain. Who would be the next Roman Empire?

Germaina stepped out of Rome's chamber. "______, your grandfather wishes to speak to you." He opened the curtain. You stepped into the lavish room.

"Ah belle~ come sit beside me." Rome was sitting up on a couch. He attempted to stand up, but he fell back down.

"Grandfather!" You ran by his side.

"I'm fine. This reminds me of the day I met your Grandmother. God she knew how to-"

"Grandfather, Italy is right outside. I don't want him to here you talk like that. Besides, that is a little disgusting." Even on his deathbed, Rome can still think about the sex he has had over the years.

"Sorry ______," he laughed. "Anyway I need to talk to you Belle~"

"You need to rest. You can tell me in the morning." You began to walk out of the room, but Rome's last comment stopped you cold.

"Tonight may be my last night....."

"Don't talk like that!" You lashed out. You didn't want to here him talk like that.

"It's true. You need to listen." You never heard him be so serious. You knelt beside him and waited for him to speak. "____, I want you to become the next Roman Empire."

You were speechless. "Grandfather..... Isn't Italy better for the duty?"

"Italy can barely pick up a sword, You are an amazing fighter. You are a strong, independent young woman. You will be a great ruler." He pushed your _[h/c]_ out of your eyes. "Ti amo, ____" He kissed your forehead, and hugged you.  He often gave you a death grip, but this hug was more like one someone would give a best friend.

"T-ti amo grandfather," you hugged him back. After a few seconds, his grip loosened . You pulled away. The great Roman Empire has fallen. "N-no, he can't be dead....." You  layed his body on the couch. You knelt beside him and wept.

You did not notice the shadowy figure slip into the room. You were to consumed with greif to feel the dagger into your back. All you remember is crying and everything went black.


Epilouge ~Le Time Skip of Awesomeness~


On the day of your and Rome's funeral, Italy attempeted to get in your coffin. He was taken away to work at Holy Roman Empire's house. Sadly, Spain and Romano could not make it. They would never see your tomb.

No one knows how you died. Some say Rome killed you as he took his last breath. Others say you commited suicide. No one knew and no one ever found out.

Your tomb was right next to Rome's.

Later that night, the same shadowy figure slipped by the tomb. The figure set the tomb aflame. He removed his hood to reaveal long, straight blonde hair. "Long live the Roman Empire," Germainia muttered. As the last ember was snuffed out, he climbed on his horse and rode off. No one ever saw him again.