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Hear my voice


Title: Listen to my voice
Genre: Angst, Drama Warnings
: violence, and characters sometimes
OOC Characters and pairings: Germany / North Italy ( Small also appeared in South Italy)
Chapters: 1 / 1
Ongoing: no


Initial Notes:
Hello! This is the first fanfiction I've written about this couple ... E 'born centuries ago, but only I now have time to publish it here.
The title is taken from a novel by Susanna Tamaro, but I state that I did not take inspiration from there for the writing of this small, yet sad story. Fanfiction
And this was more of a challenge against myself. I admit to being very sensitive about certain topics, but I had a great desire to write and so here we are.

Before continuing with the reading, a little warning. At some point in this story will make Germany a very brutal action. Certainly I can not tell you what is (to avoid spoilers do), but I think that after having read you hate me to death. I understand you perfectly.
However, as I'm concerned, I do not agree on his behavior in this story.

So why I wrote such a thing? Simple: The idea started in the distant days of April this year while I was bored at the computer ... and then after a few seconds I started to write it here! (Nb: The fanfiction is dated 8 April 2010 ... A little 'antiquated, right?)

One last thing. Criticisms and suggestions are always welcome, if done with heart and without any attempt of aggression and blatant nonsense.


A special thanks goes to alexiel_fay and kikyoosama , which in a sense were my "beta-readers for all the fanfictions I written so far ^ _ ^

That said, we start!




Hear my voice.

A snowstorm was raging in the dark of a night away in January.
A small house in the forest.
A room, lit only dimly by a candle, consumed by a flame and shining.
A man, sitting under of the bed, she could not sleep a wink for the redundant noise of the storm. Or perhaps more ...

"Hear that? Now the sky weeps for our sins. "

The man clasped his hands an old photograph.
The image, now in ruins because of signs that the time had drawn on it, depicting two young boys. In particular, one of the two, a young man with brown hair and wearing a blue uniform, smiling almost like an innocent child, while from behind with his thin arms encircled the body of the boy who stood before him. The same guy who was now looking at that photos.

In view of that image, memories resurface in the mind of man he thought he had lost forever. Happy memories of a past that probably would never come back.
The man touched with a finger on the boy's face, smiling, while copious tears began to scratch his face, now destroyed by the immense pain and endless suffering that the war had brought into the lives of each person.




"Look! A photographer! We're going to take a picture together? "
" What are you talking about? There are things to think about this difficult time? You know we have other things to do? "
" Please! Just this once, I promise! I always wanted to make me a picture with you! "
" ... All right! But just this once ... "
" Hurrah! How happy I am! Finally I can see you even though we are far ... Have you ever thought? "
" Actually, no. It could be a great idea. You convinced me ... So, what do you say? Shall we go? "





Man back on the table that photography. Too many sweet memories were facing in his mind. It was obvious that he could not look at her without bursting into tears.
But then, as repenting of that action, the shooting, turned on the opposite side, and read an inscription. A dedication for him.

June 27, 1941

I realize my only desire

Despite the adversity I would like to protect you until the end Because you're
something irreplaceable
It 's a promise that I intend to keep *

When he read "Why ;'re something irreplaceable "the man gave a start. Already, for that boy was just like that, because he could not lie about his feelings, and that he was sure.
But he could say the same for him?
could say without a shadow of a doubt that he felt, for once, just for a moment, a strong feeling of affection for boy's foolish and naive?

But perhaps what I really felt it was not just affection. It was something more, something that went beyond mere friendship. He could then say that perhaps she had loved him?

But if that were truly the case, then why had not kept the promise?
had to protect, But ... he ended up betraying him. Almost unconsciously, without realizing it.
But when she came to understand what he had done, it was too late. He was gone, leaving him forever.





"I've been looking for! But where did you go? No, do not tell me anything ... Now come with me, I'll take you to a special place ... "
Taking his young companion's arm, the blond-haired boy walked into a dark, dark street.
After a long and quiet journey, always marked by the question "Where are we going?" and the response "you'll find out soon. There is no much, "the two came to a large square, lit by the moonlight, surrounded by a row of trees. This site was reflected in an ancestral landscape, characterized by hills and mountains with forests and small streams. A place almost isolated from the world, however, for this was wonderful. **

arrive at that point, the boy who led his companion's arm and stopped abruptly left the outlet.
The other was fascinated to see everything around him.
"It 's beautiful ... But why this place is so special for you? "asked the boy who, because of its great simplicity, in the meantime did not realize what was about to happen.
approached him and taking him by the shoulders, his companion said, "This place ... is special ... because you're there now ... here with me. "
said these words, the boy who had uttered these last words he pushed violently to the ground the person in front of him.

Thanks to the rude gesture, the more immediately felt the sudden change of the atmosphere around him. From that moment, became everything to him something horrible, macabre and sombre hues.
Weeping from the fear, the boy who was on the ground replied, "What's wrong with you? Sorry, I'm sorry for everything! Forgive me ... "and he could have continued to pray for peace, if not all of a sudden he saw the face of his companion ...
That face was full of anger and hatred towards him. And deep contempt.

"You'll never understand me! You're just a coward and useless boy! No one can fully understand my state of mind, not even you! For this ... you will be the first to disappear from the face of the earth, and with you all the other "
Now the guy who had changed his attitude abruptly took his companion by the collar of his shirt and threw him several times near the long rail, which was in the direction of the heavenly landscape. From there, he began to hit him with punches and kicks, until it landed back on the ground. And he kept this attitude angry for a long time until someone came from behind, intent to wound him with a rifle in his hands.

Ugly bastard, you're doing to my brother? I knew it would end this way ... Fool, I told you not to trust him! You see how you have reduced that dirty ... "
However, because of that boy, who bravely ran to his aid, did not have time to finish this sentence, because suddenly he heard his mind clouded. His opponent had quickly pulled out his gun and had pointed in his direction, shooting a rap and decided that brooked no hesitation.
That guy named Roman, who had arrived in that place hearing the screams of pain of her beloved sibling, having looked down, and after seeing that his uniform in the chest area as it became wet and then red, fell to the ground and, turning his eyes towards his brother, said in a whisper before exhaling his last breath: "Shit ... are not ... failed ... to save ... please ... beat ... go ... on ... "

Meanwhile, the other guy, seeing this scene, he began to shout loudly:" Nii-san, nii-san! Do not die! Try to resist, I'm coming! ", Knowing full well that his brother was gone now.
It was for this reason that, with tears in their eyes, rushed to the murderer, almost instinctively, and against his nature, which was rather peaceful and benevolent to all.
But having seen the killing of live a person very dear to him was too much. Even for someone like him.

In that reaction, without thinking twice, the assailant turned the gun towards the boy and shot him repeatedly. But only after many blows, the boy fell on the ground now bloodless.
had come to an end of his life. There was nothing left to do.
At that moment, the boy realized he was dying. But the face of death could not afford to cry. He had to leave this world with dignity. To do this, however, had to react.
He stopped first to scream. Now his body no longer felt il dolore dovuto all’entrata dei proiettili. E iniziò a riflettere su quanto era accaduto, e improvvisamente capì cos’era successo al suo compagno, e perché si stava comportando in quel modo nei suoi confronti.
Solo allora, con tutta la forza che aveva in corpo, sussurrò queste parole, quasi sorridendo: “Umaretekite... kureta... arigatou...” ***
Non appena finì la frase, il ragazzo chiuse gli occhi, ed ebbe un sussulto. Poi, più nulla.
Non c'era più. Era andato via, questa volta per sempre.


Le parole che aveva pronunciato quel ragazzo were certainly not in its original language, and even the language of his assailant, but both knew very well what they mean. And this is understood very well the only one of those guys to be left alive.
He leaned over the lifeless body of the comrade who was killed, the system already in the laying and burial, almost destroyed by the 'immense grief and deep sense of guilt he felt at that moment, she said through tears: & ldquo ; Thank you for everything ... Forgive me for what I did, but I was not myself ... I'm sorry ... "






The man went back to his place the photo, and lay down, resting her head on the pillow.
Before turning off the light, blowing gently on the candle, and they enter in a dream world, watched with a rapt gaze at the ceiling, but not to contemplate the painted decorations that were there, but far from reason.


"I know that you're feeling everything. In fact, I know you're here. After all, do not want to just abandon it? "

Then, he closed his eyes and sighed, then said softly,
" Hear my voice, Italy ... listen. "

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Closing Remarks:

* This phrase is taken dall'opening soul "the Gunslinger Girl Teatrino".
The song begins: "Tatta Hitotsu no Omoi tsuranuku / Muzukashisa no naka de boku wa / Mamorinuite misetai not know / Kakegae no nai mono no tame ni / Hatashitai Yakusoku". The meaning of these words is written right here. Since I have not studied Japanese, I entrusted the translation of those who beam the episodes in Italian, and that is Kanjisub Frozendale.

** This landscape exists for real, I just edited and added some elements, but I was inspired by the base of the square in this chalet in the country where I live. Unfortunately it is not isolated like in the text ... XD

*** This sentence is very small in Japan and it should mean "Thanks for being born." Taken shamelessly from the title of a song "Umineko no Naku koro ni" ... I invite all to listen, especially those madly in love the music ... quiet
Here is the link: www.youtube.com/watch?v=QBdLf_G_3YQ