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The dawn of a special day

(post stroke dall'APH Italian Forum - I have done as usual copy / paste xDD)


Title: The dawn of a special day
Characters / pairings: North Italy (Venezia / Feliciano Vargas) / Southern Italy (Rome / Lovino Vargas)
Genre: General, Introspective
Rating: Green
Warnings: initial presence of descriptions of nature, people (in my opinion) OOC
Chapters: 1 / 1
Ongoing: No
Notes: This is my first attempt at writing a Fan Fiction. Forgive me if the story is inconsistent or lacking in depth and originality. So, until proven otherwise, consider this story a disgrace last generation, or rather, a ficcyna .
However, you can also choose to ignore my strong pessimism, and in this regard I would like very happy comments, suggestions and (why not?) Is also critical, so that I can gradually improve, if I decide to continue on this road.
Anyway, so I wanted to write this story, because you know what day is today ( nb: we are talking about March 17, not today, of course!), Right?
beginning I have not specified the name of the guy who first appears on the scene, but it should be clear as they continue reading.
I hope you enjoy reading!




wandered in the darkness of a forest, with his hands in the pockets of the black coat she wore at the time.
You could say that around him there was only silence, if only the latter element that served as the backdrop to the surrounding environment was not ripped from his quick footsteps of the boy who trod the grass from the rain in the evening. Unknown
the grounds of his wanderings and his visibly angry. Probably a fight.

The boy looked a little bored with him and sought a cave, where they spend the night.
After much wandering he resigned, evidently there were no caves in the forest, so the boy, now exhausted from the long journey, sat down, leaning on a tree trunk, and stayed there. But not for long.
In a short time would come the dawn, and he had to resume his journey.

fact a few hours later, the sky slowly began to clear, the birds chirping their appearance from their sleep, the wind began to blow gently through the branches of flowering trees, the mountains while the sun began to rise first with a reddish glow, then yellow.

sign that it was now dawn .

The young boy then decided to continue its path until it reaches the top of the hill, out of the wood.
soon found himself immersed in a field full of daisies. Its flower .
He lay down on that flower field, and watched the sky, closing his eyes slowly.
At the same time, he thought about what would happen shortly thereafter.
soon be back home, where he would finally rest, but only for a few minutes. You have imagined the arrival of a brown-haired type, always optimistic and always smiling, holding a bouquet of roses for him, and then would play at his door even a guy with blonde hair like the sand of the sea, who preached love every day, and probably he was presented to him without clothes, to keep alive the family tradition , and he surely would have sent him away kicking, even at the cost of demolishing the house, because that just would not have endured.
It could come before him, other people, of which he frankly would not have imported.

He decided to enjoy that little moment of peace, with his eyes closed, freeing your mind from any nefarious thought, feeling only the sweet scent of daisies around him.

But that moment did not last long .
The boy suddenly felt the wind get up, but not in a natural way. A sign that someone was coming.
"Gee, but who can never be? They also found my last refuge? Damn! Now what do I do? I continue to pretend to be asleep? "
This was what he thought the boy, who unlike his thoughts, almost as if by instinct, he opened his eyes slowly, finding themselves facing a familiar figure visibly.
Before him, another boy, almost the same age, looking very much like him, staring at him in amazement. His brother
.
its goal. The party that perhaps more than he hated himself.

He had always suffered from a strong inferiority complex against him, in spite of the two he was the older brother, and probably the most responsible (and should be proud of this), however
... From the day had returned to live again under one roof, instead of trying hatred and contempt, he had never felt the need to separate from him that day he decided to personally take care of him. Why
henceforth they were intended to be one .

He tried to smile, and seem more gentle with his brother.
"What the hell you want at this hour? Did you know? Will be approximately six in the morning! "
... or at least that was what he meant, but the boy did not have time to utter these words, which he found himself almost on his brother, or rather, the deck Flowers that the other had brought him. As a gift.
"What are you doing?!?"
The young man smiled upon him. "Happy birthday, nii-chan! Excuse me for the time, but I wanted so much to give you the best wishes! "
At these words, the boy was surprised and said no more.

"Throughout my life I never realized. My brother, do not hate me? "
His brother, with whom he had never woven a good relationship, had fallen so far ... just to give you a silly wish?
But then he realized the reason for that gesture.
His brother had never hated. On the contrary: he had always tried but never succeed, to be close in the most difficult of his life while he in all these years had instead thought only about himself, and had always felt towards his brother only adversity.

He stood up and made a promise he would never abandoned his brother. His dear brother .
However, he had a joke to him in Serbian.
She looked so awesome, stared at from top to bottom. It seemed to be ready for an interrogation, or worse, for a performance. The other
felt the fearful atmosphere that came from his brother, and knelt down in tears, as he had done.

"Nii-chan! Excuse me, excuse me, for sure you're angry with me for what I just told you! "
Before that scene, the boy could not hold more than fiction, and burst out laughing, hugging him. "Just like old times" , he thought.
"What do you mean? You have become suddenly stupid? Instead I have to apology to you! "
" What? "Replied the other, failing to understand that this was just a joke.
"Happy birthday to you, silly!" The two

were embraced as the sun was now freed from the clutches of the mountains, leaving behind a trail of light and lighting up the whole nature.

"Come on, now let's go! We do not want too! They're waiting! "
" Yes! And by the way, when we get home I eat a nice plate of pasta! "
" But you just think to eat! And then the dough at seven in the morning! It 's absurd! Then you'll be hurt! "
" No matter! After all, today is our birthday! The day when we can do whatever we want! "
"All right, then do as you wish! But then do not come complaining to me! "
Uttering these last words, the boy kept his usual frown, but deep inside he was smiling in front of naivety and innocence of her dear brother.
"It 's always the same! Possible that will never change? " he thought, as the two walked downstream, holding hands.




"Just a little advice: stop giving flowers to anyone. You may one day find yourself in big trouble, because of this your attitude. Do you remember how it ended up that time? "

And then
" But it does not matter much to you, you see that you're not even listening, "whispered the boy, now resigned in the face of his stubbornness brother.






Endnotes author: rereading it, I realized that in fact it is too pathetic, but eventually I managed to write it!
The fact of Italy's national flower petal as I have not invented it: I've read on the English translation of the manga, the description of the characters. If you arrived
far, it means that you survived this horror! For this, I congratulate you for your courage! * Joke *
Let me know your opinion! Any feedback is always very welcome!
However, I am really happy that you have at least read.
Jaa ne!