[First place in the contest "Kink Meme" organized by Gerita and Spam fanforum ]
Title: Flowers on the grave
Genre: Sentimental, dramatic
Warnings: scenarios surreal
Characters: Germany / North Italy (references to the Holy Roman Empire)
Chapters: 1 / 1
Ongoing: no initial
Notes: Hello!
This fanfiction was in the contest and Spam Gerita kink meme, "and with that I won first place. E ' the second fic I've written about this couple ...
The theme is the number three of the couple Gerita, or "Bouquet of Memories" ... In this regard, we report here the explanation of the topic chosen as the summary of the plot of this story:
"Italy decided to visit the tomb of the Holy Roman Empire and Germany
accompanies him on the way Italy thinks of his affair with SRI and its relationship with Germany. "
For the moment I do not say much more ... We believe it will be very long (when I start writing more does not end up ... XD) I hope you all
Good reading!
was a beautiful spring day. Spent in the sun high in the sky.
In a deserted street, surrounded only by trees in bloom, two boys were walking. One of them bore in her arms a bouquet of flowers. But the other was wearing a shoulder bag with white sheets inside, a cell phone and other accessories.
As they passed, almost as if by magic, the flower buds unfolded hovered in the air, slowly falling to the ground.
The path along which they were wrapped in the silence that had hung on that mysterious place. There had been no exchange of words between the two travelers. Yes could only hear the singing of birds echoed throughout the air and the sound of rain falling on the colored petals of two young boys.
Under the shade of trees that obscured the road with their arms full of flowers, a thousand thoughts in the minds of two young men faced.
Germany was reflecting on what kind of plane was carrying his companion. Indeed, it was very suspicious on the bouquet of flowers that brought Italy at that time in my hands ... He was accustomed to his strange surprises, especially after everything that had happened in that far-off Valentine's Day ...
Moreover, the thing that even the most suspicious, and did it in a sense, worry, was the sudden silence of his companion ... strange: he knew very well, and knew perfectly well that the character was not silent, nor shy. She watched
: Italy was staring at the blue sky, looking engrossed in contemplating the form of white clouds.
"Italy ... What are you thinking? Or maybe you're not feeling well? "
A reminder that, Italy was shocked. Do not expect to be called. Certainly not at that time. By showing
embarrassed, put his hand through his hair, and smiled, as was his custom.
"I'm sorry ... so ... Do not worry, I'm fine ... Rather, hurry! Or we will never have time to get there before sunset! "
And, saying these words, the boy ran forward, separated from his traveling companion. The other stayed behind, still more surprised and doubtful than before. From that moment on, the two did not say a word.
much time had elapsed since that day?
many years, how many centuries had passed since those early days of his childhood, when he still played so small and fragile in the large meadow full of flowers, the same lawn that was now traveling together to another person?
At that time, Italy looked away from the sky, turning it down. He saw himself surrounded by a multitude of different flower species. At this sight, slowed its frantic race, picking up the pace as before.
watched carefully as he was walking on the lawn, stopping to observe every detail of some flowers that had just collected.
Suddenly came back to mind an episode from his childhood who had lived in that place. He saw with his own eyes two children lying on the meadow, looking towards the sky, while the flowers with their green stems and their colorful petals around them, giving off a sweet and pleasant fragrance.
The two children were amused to observe the shapes of white clouds, trying to imagine and recognize in them strange and bizarre forms of objects or animals. The children were so long and then, tired from the long game, took her hand and slowly closed his eyes, abandoning himself to what was for them a happy and peaceful sleep.
That scene is stopped before the eyes of Italy ... He was astonished, and could not believe what I was watching: see in front of their own memory now stylized in his mind was something very unusual. He was reliving each scene of his past, and soon this feeling was the pleasant, almost surreal.
Those were in fact his best memories. Special memories he had shared with someone just as special ... That is, his first love: the Holy Roman Empire ...
For Italy, he was different from all others, which rather amused to conquer. He , compared to them, certainly had something different.
When the two had met for the first time, Italy was very much afraid of him . He did not seem at all that being nice and quiet but Italy would have known much later, when he began work under the dominion of Austria.
But things changed in that time. Sometimes, the boy's still aroused terror, especially when you hid behind the door and stared at him with a look decidedly menacing. But then he had shown on several occasions to be changed from many years ago. I always helped in times of need, causing him secretly to eat from the pantry kitchen, always gave him flowers and puppies to play with, and together came out of the palace where they lived, going to watch the sunset, or painting under the trees.
However, they were suddenly separated. But Italy had not forgotten his first love, nor anything who had lived with him during his childhood.
But there was a thing of the past that Italy could not, or rather, he did not recall. The day that gave him the terrible news. The day you broke his heart all his hopes.
Lies ... He had been told a pack of lies? Or maybe that he had been told was the bitter truth that simply could not accept?
A doubt that soon broke up when suddenly, in the middle of that lovely lawn, he saw a building by now familiar to him, placed at the end of that road he was running with the other. A
tomb, that of his beloved.
At this sight, the blood froze in my veins. Suddenly, everything became lifeless and joy. There was no one to comfort him, no one beside him in the most difficult of his life ... All around him, only desolation and death. Then, all black.
Just then a voice rang in his mind. A phrase said with sadness and regret.
" Sorry. Holy Roman Empire no longer exists. You should forget it. You have suffered enough already, right? *
beginning, did not give credit to Italy those words. For many years he had continued to hope to see his beloved. Until that spring day long ago ... when walking through the meadows green and flowery, the same lawns that Germany was going through now, incidentally sighted from a distance a grave. It was unlike any other: surrounded by a small forest, and artistically decorated with floral motifs, in order to be one with your surroundings.
Intrigued and attracted by the beauty of the tomb, approached the entrance and after several minutes decided to go inside.
In that enchanting place, the first thing he saw was a person to his knees, a young boy, dressed in traditional costumes of the nobility, in prayer at a coffin. In order to respect the sanctity of the place and the supposed religiosity of man, Italy waited in silence. When the man stopped praying, Italy came over and sat down beside him. It was then that the boy spoke to him unknown.
"You're dying with curiosity to know everything about the grave, right? I've been waiting ... "
" ... What? You were expecting ...? Who are you? "
" I a poor traveler who wanders around the world without a goal ... "
" ... really? "noble
The boy was surprised to that question, and burst into laughter. "You are so naive. Do you believe everything you say! "
" Eh? "
" Not true, fool, "she said, stroking his head. "You know, I actually I've already seen. It 'been a long time ago when you were still small ... Anyway, I present to you the same: nice to meet you! They Prussia. Your name is ... "
" Italy. Italy Venice. "
"Ah, right. But do not worry: from now on I will try to keep it in mind! Ah, ah, ah, ah! "
between the two suddenly fell silent. Then, Italy was to resume the conversation that had been left unresolved.
"So? Who is buried here? "The young nobleman
winced. Indeed, he also knew all of the other, not only of the grave. He wanted to hide the truth for his own good, but at the same time did not want to lie.
So after a long hesitation, he looked down and said
"I'm sorry. I know you love someone so much, and that you're waiting for a long time ... But you see ... We know that this person will never come back ... ... Trust what I tell you ... "
As soon as he heard those words, ' Another blanched. He could not believe what had just heard. But inside his heart he could not dismiss the belief that her lover probably would never come back to him.
Suddenly felt a chill at heart, but in his mind looked out harmful thoughts. Why, because he could not respond? Could it all true?
At that point, the boy turned his gaze to the grave, and began to observe the decorations, and graffiti. When he read the name of who was buried there, carved on a marble slab, began to tremble and, after issuing from his lips with a loud voice, he fainted.
Even that memory faded, and Italy came back to reality. Reviewing the tomb began to run, followed a few steps away by her partner. Came in and approached the memorial stone, collapsed to the ground and put his head on the mosaic floor, crying all the time. He thought of all we would have been if the tragedy had not happened. The words come to mind, the most important of his life, spoken by her lover at the time of separation.
" Since the tenth century ** , I have always ... always loved "
" No matter how many years pass, I will love you more than any other person in the world! "
In that moment of great despair and anger, all that came from the mouth of Italy were full of remorse and bitter words: "If only you had not gone away by now ... I ... we ..."
tears, pain, and a promise now broken.
Suddenly, however, he felt something warm on his left shoulder. A hand and a comforting hug.
"Do not worry, now I'm here with you. You will not be alone ... "
The boy turned to see who he was. Yeah, it was no longer alone ... at least, since he had known . His traveling companion. Germany.
had known him in a really bizarre.
During the First World War on the battlefield, and enemies, certainly not by allies. And most importantly, Italy was hidden in a box of tomatoes, which was discovered and subsequently opened from Germany.
Italy was at that moment in a terrible plight: he tried in every way to ingratiate himself with Germany, while it is raging with him believing that his innocent behavior was part of his war strategy.
Fortunately, the fighting ended in Europe, their relationship improved. However, for the first time, Germany still could not bear the presence, for him annoying,
of Italy at his side.
As time passed, however, the two became good friends.
For Italy, Germany was his great point of reference: it was he who supported him and helped him in every way. It was always the next in any situation: during training, on a mission, in-call duty during combat ... Despite appearances, behind his tough attitude and very strong person of character, be hiding a gentle and protective of those close to his heart. That side of his character is especially evident when it showed embarrassed and confused ... And that Italy knew very well. He knew he was behaving that way only rude to hide his true feelings in the world, for Germany to act as a bumbling and clumsy automatically mean being weak.
Even with him, Italy had made a promise. It was so long ago, when, in response to the rising concern on his part to be sooner or later abandoned by his companion, Germany had reassured him and promised to help him in the event of serious difficulties.
But beyond that there was something else . They were tied to an object that promise: a cross of iron that Germany had made a gift to Italy.
For the latter, that cross was the symbol of the bond that bound him to one of the most, and this always the case with great care.
From the day they met, Italy had never looked away from him. Perhaps because so much resembled his deceased love, or perhaps for his appearance for his way of doing, for his daily routine, for all that you said ...
Everything he did that kid reminded him of his first love. And so, sometimes, Italy came to think that perhaps the Holy Roman Empire had been reincarnated in the person ... to keep faith with that promise, always be his next.
And sometimes rocked in what could very well be an illusion ... Or maybe that was the reality. But no one could ever say ...
One thing was certain: since the Holy Roman Empire had disappeared, Italy had never stopped thinking about him. Not once.
abandoning the comforting warmth of that embrace, Italy gradually began to calm down and finally stopped crying.
At that point, broke away from the outlet of the other, got up and had the courage to set the headstone. Shooting the bunch of flowers, which had previously fallen on the floor, put it on the small step of the altar where he had placed the coffin, knelt down and closed his eyes and prayed with folded hands.
"You were a special person to me.
never forget you ... You know, I am very happy to have known you. I promise that I will always find you here! Thank you for everything you did for me ... "
After saying these words, he opened his eyes and stood up. At that point, tighten the stone, then turned his back to it along with Germany and walked toward the exit.
However, suddenly stopped, and turned his gaze to the coffin.
"Ah! This is certainly not a goodbye! So the two of us one day we meet again ... Wait until then ... But meanwhile, continues to protect my way, and to protect it from harm and threat ... as you always have ... "
Finally, coupling the output of the grave, he turned again. Before continuing on his journey, he raised his arm with the intent to greet someone, and smiled.
" See, Shinsei Rome ... "
Final notes:
* This is a phrase that I have made up myself for the occasion. I took it from the site of English translations of extra strips of Hetalia, specifically here: aph.starry-sky.com/files/e-hre.gif
** Here again I translated from English. Except that I arose a doubt 900s means "century" or "Tenth Century"? And the answer I put it here. Want to know the reason for the choice? "Novecento" can also refer to the last century, while "Tenth Century" seemed more appropriate here. I mean, I seemed more just like this ... If you want, you can also do my same thing: go to the Wiki in English are "900s", take the first result that comes out, and then translate the page by clicking on the "Italian" ...
Ok ... We finally reached the end!
'll be waiting for any comments or suggestions ... I'll be very happy if someone give them to me: as I mentioned earlier, will be used to improve my writing style ...
I hope you enjoyed ...
you soon!
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