Deep down, everyone knew he would snap even before he did. I wished I had figured it out a little sooner. Maybe I could have helped him. I could have prevented what happened. Italy had always been a close friend of mine, maybe even something more, but the Italy I knew was lost on that day. That horrible day. I guess enough wars, murder, assassinations, and deals with the Mafia had broken him. No one had expected to learn that when there was a large massacre of people in a town square in Rome, Italy had been the gun holder. Italy had caused all that death.
It stung me terribly to learn that. He was unstable. He wasn't there in his head anymore. There was only one thing that could be done with a nation that was mentally unstable. He had to be sent away to a mental asylum. None of us wanted to do it, especially Romano, but when Italy began screaming things at us when they took him away, horrible horrible things, it was obvious that he needed to be in there.
Italy had been in there