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roamingpoffin · 3 years

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Mr. Genova: Instructions for Use

Hello there! I recently got to re-read Hetalia’s story about Napoleon in occasion of a trip in Corsica, and suddently remembered this adorable little guy. While there are a lot of wonderful people that took the mantle and tried to give character and story to what are actually just 2 sketches from 3y ago, I also noticed some disappointment (understandable) and…. misinformation from lack of context and historical knowledge about the topic. I know that seeing the 4th italian brother when maybe your country isn’t in yet can be frustrating, but trust me when I say that Genova is a very important character for many of the events that occurred between the middle-ages and WWII (does Colombo ring a bell?).

With that said let’s try to discover together who actually was is Mr.Genova!

Why Genova and not Genoa? Genova is the correct italian name of the republic/city while Genoa is it's english version and, incidentally, the name of Genova's most renowed football team. So just like for Venezia and Roma we'll keep the original pronunciation.

In this first part we’ll talk about Genova design

[Original sketch by Hima, I just polished and colored it to better convey my ideas about his design.]

I’ve heard people complaining that “he just seems like a fusion of Romano and France”, funnily enough not only the comparison is quite on point, but it’s coherent with Genova’s history and probably intentional on Hima’s side.

To understand what I mean let’s look at a little map of modern Italy

We can immediatly notice some things ->

1) Liguria (the name given to Genova’s historical territories after the city became “capoluogo di regione” in 1948) borders with France and Monaco. For all it’s life Genova had to fend against France and would often end under it’s dominion for brief periods; at the same time their vicinity favored a similar culture and language (with one BIG exeption we'll see another time): Monaco and Corsica, previously territories of Genova, retain a great resemblance with Ligurian when speaking their actual language, aka Corso and Monegasco. At the same time Ligurian presents some elements common in french that are actually absent in standard italian.

2) Genova is situated in front of the Ligurian sea and has open access to all of west-Mediterraneum, becoming the most important harbor in north-west Italy since it gained his autonomy from the HRE around 1096 A.D. Due to Liguria peculiar geografical conformation (no plains and the Alps-Appenines isolating Genova from the rest of north Italy, favoring a climatic bubble that makes the region a greener version of the south) our republic decided to limit it's expansion towards northen countries and instead focus on the Mediterraneum sea, becoming Spain and by proxy South Italy best commercial/political buddy till (almost) the end of it’s indipendent life.

3bonus) Yes guys Seborga is a little town in the Ligurian hinterland and was part of the Genovese republic. While Seborga's story is really interesting (might do a focus in the future) the general history and culture of the 2 is the same.

NOTE: every time I use the term “Italy” during any period pre 1861 consider it only as the geographical meaning of the peninsula (Italy as a country wasn't a thing till then).

PALETTE AND DESIGN

With this introduction in mind it makes sense for little Genova to have his hair styled similar to France and a darker shade compared to Veneziano. While the dark gray used by Hima could hint at both black and dark brown, the latter is by far the most common color in Liguria so I decided to go with that.

His eyes are anybody’s game to be fair, but I decided to be as faithful as possible to the average ligurian so, just like Feli and Lovi when Hima decides that his eyes aren’t olive anymore, brown/light brown is the most common color in Italy (+ we already have Seborga as the random flashy neighbouring brother).

To end our palette the skin tone could be an in between: probably darker that a Northener but lighter than a Southener (no mayor arabic nor germanic influences here)

CLOTHES AND ACCESSORIES

clothes -> nothing too important to say, the clothes are fit for the XVIII sec., they shows Genova’s status as a wealthy commercial republic and unofficial bank of Europe (yup, before Switzerland Genova had that role and it’s banks are considered the oldest in Europe). As long as the colors used aren’t too flashy everything is fine.

crown thingy(?) -> now this is where things become interesting. There are 3 possible options I could think as of why Genova, of all the possible accessories, has a crown when it wasn’t even a monarchy. Pick what you prefer or feel free to add your personal interpretation if you want.

1) money and superbia: as written before, during it's prime Genova was a wealthy republic, lending money to half of Europe and being the indiscussed queen of west-Mediterraneum (ofc Venezia was the queen of east-Mediterraneum, but that’s another story for another post). The city even got the nickname “Superba” to enanche the grandiosity and way too much pride of it’s people. A crown would be a fitting choice for someone who is probably a bit narcisist.

2) city status: in ancient paintings the personifications of countries and cities were made recognizable by the presence of a little crown on their head. Adding to that, in Italy to be a full fledged town or city you must receive a crown symbol to put on your emblem, maybe Hima is hinting at Genova actual predicament.

3) the Lanterna: I’ll admit the first thing I tought while looking at Genova was “that looks like a little tower”. A bit strange, but actually not farfetched; if you have ever visited Genova you’ll know what I mean when I say this city has a lot, and I say A LOT of towers positioned trough the historical center. The reason? To protect themselves from the French/Ottomans/eventual pirates, in the XVI sec. Genova decided to build a massive system of walls and towers that surrounded the city. There is also a specific tower that is considered the symbol of Genova itself “la Lanterna”. The Lanterna is the oldest Lighthouse still in function trough Europe; maybe if you glance at its modern look it doesn’t scream “tower”, but before it was semi-destroyed by the French army in 1513 A.D. Lanterna beared a striking resemblance to what Mr.Genova is wearing.

“MUGUGNO LIBERO”

Last but not least, the infamous pout that gave Genova the label of “Romano 2.0”. It’s not random, it’s not wrong, it’s such a toughtful and unexpected touch that Hima would be declared honored guest by any Genovese (and made me personally laugh like an idiot for an hour).

What Genova is doing here has a specific term in the local language, mugugnare!

What is “mugugnare”? Mugugnare is a peculiar way of complaining and rambling specific of the Ligurians. This act is soo ingraned into the culture of the region that it’s considered an art and will take a good part of any conversation you’ll have with a local.

I’ll be more specific when we’ll touch Genova possible characterization, just you know that where Romano is loud, pretty offensive and direct the mugugno is more subtle and passive-aggressive. It can and WILL BE directed at anything, from the weather to jobs to Venezia and the rest of the north.

This finally brings us in what defines most of the characters of Hetalia, the wonderful land of stereotypes.

See you in the next part where we’ll talk about the temperament and culture of what is often considered the “black sheep” of north Italy!

#hetalia #aph genoa #aph italy #aph romano #hws genoa #hws italy #hws romano #hws seborga #my coloring #poffin ramblings #aph seborga

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worldcakecakecake · 5 years

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On Deutschland and Italia by Lovino Valenti

Lovino writes a series of blog entries on the relationship between Germany and Italy as he deals with a move to Hamburg, his brother’s wedding, and his budding romance (which he denies) to the infuriating Gilbert Beilschmidt.

Chapter 2

Waking groans, but in between, there were moans, kisses, naked bodies intertwining well beneath the messed covers. Ludwig raised a leg to let it wrap well around his waist and Feliciano enticed him more by scratching in all the blonde’s weak spots across his hair and back as they continued on with their kiss. A singular golden ring, encrusted with a beautiful ruby reigned over them as Feliciano had it raised high, its shine one that Feliciano couldn’t ignore as it caught his eyesight. He stopped the kiss to stare truly, to bring it between them so Ludwig could stare at the very familiar ring…finally now on its finger, an image of his dreams ever since he first realized he was in love with the person of whose legs he was currently in-between. Feliciano spun it, his smile intensifying the more, bringing it forward to kiss.

“I still can’t believe it,” he shrilled.

“To be honest, I still can’t believe you said yes.”

“Dio! Ludwig! I’ve practically been in love with you since forever. Of course, I was going to say yes!” He laughed, wrapping himself well around him.

“There were a lot of implications if you decided to be with me, Feliciano. I didn’t think you would accept them.”

“I don’t care where I have to go as long as I’m with you. I really have no problem with it, Ludwig. I’m sure we’ll be really happy in Santo Domingo,” Feliciano alighted, trying to bring himself closer and closer, now covering Ludwig’s face in kisses.

Ludwig sighed, “I don’t think your family will feel the same way.”

The reminder to sour the atmosphere, to make Feliciano groan and fall back to the bed.

“When are we going to tell them?”

“About moving to the Dominican Republic?”

“No, about getting married.”

They were both pensive, silent, if they were distracted, it was because of the fingers that threaded softly through exposed skin.

“How about…dinner, this weekend?” Ludwig ended up suggesting.

“That sounds amazing! And we can invite everyone and tell them all by dessert! I’m sure they’ll be as happy as we are!” Feliciano excited, shown in the embrace and tightness he kept to Ludwig’s body.

“Haaaa!!! And Lovino is going to be here! This is so cool!” He even kicked his legs in anticipation.

All bliss left Ludwig at the mentioning of that name.

“Wait…what? What do you mean Lovino is here?” Ludwig surprised, completely detaching himself from Feliciano.

“Oh…yeah, I forgot to tell you. He got a transfer and they sent him here to Hamburg. He has to work on some articles and he’s really mad about it, well he’s mad about coming here in full, but he just arrived and he got one of the apartments above Nonno’s restaurant, so he’ll definitely come to the dinner!”

None of it brought tranquility to Ludwig, whose expression continued to strike shock.

“I…don’t think we should invite my family then. If anything, we can make another dinner for them.”

“Nooo! Come on! We’re officially going to become a true family and I want them to find out together. Why do you look so worried? Our grandparents get along, our mothers, our fathers, our uncles, our aunts, our cousins-”

“But not our brothers.”

And that’s exactly when Feliciano remembered, understanding Ludwig’s concerns.

“That was…that was years ago. I’m sure it’s not a problem now,” Feliciano tried to remain positive, pushing away all the recent…very recent memories of Lovino insisting he did not want to meet with Beilschmidts there, especially Gilbert. “They won’t do anything!”

“Feliciano, I can honestly admit that my brother is one of the most annoying bastards I know. He'll find whatever opportunity to start poking at Lovino just to entertain himself, and from what you’ve told me, your brother’s temper has been the same for as long as I can remember. Trust me…it will end horribly.” Ludwig was sure, already concocting the worst outcome.

“But…but…they’ve matured, they wouldn’t do it! Especially in such an important dinner,” Feliciano wanted to hope.

“I seriously doubt they will care.”

“We can try talking to them beforehand. If we really insist, maybe they won’t end up doing that.” Feliciano’s eyes shone with too much hope, in a shine that Ludwig was weak to, obedient, merciful. He sighed, wishing that in their coming marriage he could learn to be stronger against that begging gaze.

“We’ll talk to them. Get them to understand the meaning of this dinner as much as possible…but if things go horribly, just learn to expect it.”

“So there’s already the personal blogs exploring the relationship between Germany and Italy as you asked for my submission, the guide to Rome in three days, commentary about Margherita of Savoy, and a ‘What if Germany was still under monarchic rule?’” Lovino had his pen flying as he recalled them well from his list. To his superior, it was incredibly distracting.

“Yes. Now, is there any sort of issue. Do you need access to anything?”

“I’m perfectly capable.” Even he was honestly very annoyed by it all. For the money, he told himself, just so he wouldn’t come out with some rash comment to his boss, the person paying and offering him this opportunity. “Is that all?”

“Yes. I assume they have given you your office, password for all our accounts, contacts-”

“Yep, got it all! When can I leave?”

Honestly, if it wasn’t for his writing and the audience he was getting in his platforms, he would have made a comment about his rude behavior. He held it out and let everything escape in a deep breath. “Yes, you can leave, Mr. Valenti.” And Lovino was off without a second to spare in that crummy office.

He had to admit though, there were so many things surrounding him that shouldn’t put him in that foul mood he constantly presented in this journalist company. It was honestly a nice building, a well-located area in the center of Hamburg that was helpful to moving around. He had a beautiful office, with a good apple desktop, clean, organized, large, a beautiful view to the city. Many tended to dream about this kind of opportunity, and here he took his chair soured, wishing these articles could be written by themselves and he could just go home.

One year, he told himself, only one year and that would be the end of all this.

Yes, Ludwig was the one who had it all. Got himself a high position in a train engineering company, gaining millions, stable, proud, high stature shown in even his physical height, a jacked-up body, blond, beautiful blue eyes, and a gorgeous Italian boyfriend to paint it all the more perfect. Was Gilbert Beilschmidt jealous? In true honesty, hell no. He was actually very proud of his little brother. If there was something he wanted or regretted from it all…was not acting first on hitting on Feliciano when he returned to Hamburg, but he had to admit that him and his brother made an adorable and balancing couple and he did not dare come between that at all. He was honestly happy with the mechanic job he had in his grandfather’s company, getting down and dirty, with motors, oil, even fire. Here he could wear whatever he wanted, act how he wanted and even show himself however he wanted. Could Ludwig do that? No, and most probably he would rather live a hermit life in the mountains than ever show himself as dirty and disarrayed as Gilbert currently did as he worked and even got into the engine of this Alfa Romeo. Aldrich Beilschmidt did not mind this…what he did mind was the blaring of System of a Down added to the screeches of metal cutting, drilling and car engines running from across the workshop. To make it worst, Gilbert had no problem with screaming and singing with the song, drumming along with the engine and his tools. No matter how loud Aldrich called, he was not going to hear him, so he had to bring himself forward, harshly gripping him from his shoulder and turning him towards himself.

“What the hell, Opa! You’re breaking me off from my awesome mood. What gives?”

Aldrich rolled his eyes, “I have a pick up for you.”

“All right, give me directions and I’ll skedaddle. What happened to this fellow?” He picked the documents from Aldrich’s hand, that surprisingly didn’t hold a name, Aldrich preferred it that way. He just hoped that the client for today had changed enough for Gilbert not to recognize.

“Just broke down. A quick fix issue. You can have it gone from the workshop by tomorrow.”

“Sweet. Let me go get the pick-up.”

This car…was brand new. It was bought for the sole reason of shinning with style in such a bland country as Germany. It was to make envy, impression, all the men and ladies lining up to join him in a ride. Now it was fuming in some corner of the city, Lovino in his expensive suit, sitting in a near bench, contacting his family members about what just happened.

‘Don’t you dare call the Beilschmidts!’ he had texted everybody.

“I’m sure it will get fixed very quickly, Lovi. But in the meantime, I have no problem taking you to your job,” Feliciano happily glowed from the other side of the line.

“It’s fine, Feli. I can still take the train or even the bus,” he rolled his eyes, hating all the pitied looks he was getting by passersby.

“Didn’t you hate it?”

“I just…” to be honest, he just didn’t want to seem like a loser who had to depend on his little brother to take him to work, “…I think I like the one here in Hamburg better.”

“That’s really weird of you to say, but I’m glad! See, you’ll love it here! Maybe then you won’t even want to leave!”

Lovino wanted to laugh, but he held himself to let his brother have his positivity.

“And Lovi, I really have to ask you, what are you doing this Saturday night?”

“I’ll probably stay home and eat some pizza, why?”

“Good, because that means you can come to Nonno’s restaurant! Me and Ludwig are going to make a very special dinner and you should definitely come.”

“No,” he quickly decided.

“Why not?!” Feliciano was heavily insulted.

“Because whenever Ludwig is involved, another Beilschmidt is bound to thread behind him, and in this situation, I’m suspecting a particular asswipe that I am in no mood to seeing again.”

“You…you don’t know if he’s going to come.”

“You hesitated. I already know he’s coming.”

“No, no, no, I’m just worried about…other Beilschmidts,” Feliciano really tried to play it off.

“You should be, that’s why you shouldn’t expect me there.”

“But…it’s really important…”

“How so?”

Feliciano didn’t want to spoil the surprise, biting his lips, kicking his legs as if they could jolt his mind to come up with something quick enough. “Really important…like life important really important. Come on, Lovino! It’s going to be really special and I want my big brother there to hear it!” The beg in his voice…just like that of a child’s. Was Feliciano ever going to change?

“…I don’t know…” he was falling.

“I can…I can…make sure Gilbert doesn’t come.” Too far fetch and if Ludwig knew he suggested that, it was a sure fight, but he had Lovino humming. He just wanted his approval, to expect him and just have him there. They could later deal with other consequences. “I swear and… I’ll get the cooks to make you that mozzarella pizza you really like!”

“You mean, ‘La Italiana’?”

“Yes!”

“I hate how you can easily bribe me with pizza…”

Feliciano celebrated, clapping his hands and surely making some stupid dance. “It will be best Italiana you've ever had!” He shouted with promise.

“It better be! And I better not spot any albinos in that dinner!”

“Got it!”

“Hey, gotta hang up, I’m seeing a tow truck coming and I think it’s for my car, talk to you later.”

“All right, ciao ciao!”

The call was over, Lovino standing, ready to converse with whoever about what happened to his car. Hands on his hips, occasionally turning to seem distracted with some other building, he stood in such a way that made Gilbert whistle to himself.

Damn, this dude had some legs, an ass, a figure, gorgeous curled hair. He was expecting the face of a god. He promised himself to later thank his grandfather incredibly for giving him this client. But okay, play it cool! Suave, a gentleman… don’t annoy him or get him angry. He was confident as he stopped and headed down, already a smile and a friendly greet. For a moment, Lovino was swoon at his quite handsome figure, unique, to be honest not the kind of guy he usually found himself attracted to, but he had to admit a fine man when he saw one. Yet, to both, there was something eerily familiar…it just hadn’t found its way to reach their heads yet.

“Good afternoon, sir! Is this your car?” He pointed.

Lovino only nodded, “yeah, this piece of shit is sadly mine.”

Gilbert laughed, in a ring that brought just the right reminder.

Lovino didn’t want to think, his family wouldn’t dare send who he thought they sent if they knew. This couldn’t be…this couldn’t be…but upon closer inspection, he noticed the ‘Beilschmidt’ logo in his shirt uniform, that rare color white hair, deep red eyes, strong structures in his body that in their youth must have been rounded.

“Gilbert?” He dared question, hate already oozing in his tone.

Gilbert was figuring out from where he would place the hook, but upon that questioning, that mention of his name, suddenly reminding that only one person could ever say his name like it was the world’s most ultimate curse word. That’s when he looked closely at this hot ass looking guy, realizing, matching it well with a person of his childhood that he had remembered well tormenting and just awful memories that he would have rather forgotten about.

“Lovino?”

Silence continued between them, as if plotting escape, any way to just not deal with their presence, but they were already there, Lovino expecting a service from Gilbert, there really wasn’t an easy opening.

“Well, hey, hey. It’s been a long time. Never thought I’d see you here again,” Gilbert tried to keep it cool, eyes away and focusing on getting the car hooked.

“Yeah…I didn’t think I’d see you either,” Lovino avoided his eyes as well.

“I live here,” he reminded.

How could Lovino gently tell him he had no interest in wanting to see him in the first place? That he planned on avoiding all the Beilschmidts for the year he was expecting to stay in Hamburg.

“I’m working and I barely have any time to go out,” he excused.

“Ah yeah. What’s it been? Fifteen years, I think? I have to admit, you look pretty good!”

“Yeah…” Lovino strained, trying to keep his blush down for the compliment.

At least he had grown some taste.

“As expected, I’m working for my grandfather now. Feliciano mentioned you’re working for Boots. That’s pretty cool. I read their stuff from time to time.”

“Feliciano told you?” He had to sustain his anger at that.

“Yeah, he’s always telling us all kinds of things about you. From what I heard, you’re pretty much as angry and explosive as you were when we were kids,” he laughed, finding the place and beginning to get the truck to pick the car, while Lovino pondered on ways to make Feliciano pay.

“I’m not…that angry anymore.” There was so much doubt in his voice, that Gilbert could easily tell the lie, rolling his eyes as he finished the hooking.

“Well, everything is settled! So, come on, hop on. We’ll get to the work shop and I think your grandfather will come pick you up from there,” he offered and even opened the door for Lovino, who gazed on with question, even disgust at the idea of getting into such an unsightly vehicle.

“What?” Did it stink? Did he leave trash again? He spotted the wrapper of a candy bar and threw right at the sidewalk, which only gave Lovino more discomfort. “Just, come on, it’s not going to kill you or anything.” Gilbert had to insist, Lovino having to obey, groaning to himself, hesitant in the steps he neared and then took upward to sit. Uncomfortable and goddammit did it stink of…Gilbert!

The albino harshly closed the door, making Lovino shake and taking the driver seat as confident and cocky as Lovino had remembered him. The awful engine was on and they were off, Gilbert having at least the decency to turn his annoying music down. Awkward silence, in which Lovino spent trying to keep as far away from him as possible and Gilbert thinking of topics to talk about that wouldn’t earn him a punch in the face.

“So…how’s it been?”

Lovino didn’t answer, looking over to Gilbert as if the words had been an insult.

“What?” He wondered. He really didn’t ask much.

“Are you seriously going to try and befriend me like nothing?” Lovino couldn’t hide it any longer, letting a bit of his spite to resurface.

“Are you still hang up on what happened when we were kids. Come on, we were like…five. Let it go, it was just stupid kids’ stuff.”

“Stupid kids’ stuff? You constantly used to beat me up, you sent me insults that didn’t let me sleep, you tried taking away my stuff and ruined whatever positive things I had going on!”

“I was a kid! I didn’t understand anything and that’s just my jerk as self being the usual,” Gilbert scoffed, not seeming to mind.

“The usual?”

“Yeah!”

Lovino rolled his eyes, “must be hard making friends then now a days.”

“Hey! I’ll let you know that I have a perfect amount of perfectly awesome and capable friends,” Gilbert insulted.

“Do you really? I find it very hard to believe.”

“What about you then? If you’re still so sensitive about stuff that happened years ago, I doubt you’re meeting people that can take it.”

“Who I have befriended, who I keep in contact, stands by my side or later leaves, is none of your business.”

“Yet you have no problem with just guessing mine.”

“You had no problem with making my childhood utter hell.”

“It was years ago, you ungodly creep!”

Lovino gasped, “are you seriously starting this you soulless pit deepshit.”

“Oh, still as harsh as I remember! You talk about me running your childhood, but don’t you think that I’ll forgot how annoying you made mine!”

“What the hell did I do to you?”

“Don’t pretend like you weren’t throwing insults and looking for whatever excuse to pick up a fight.”

“If you weren’t so annoying and simply begging for it, then that wouldn’t be the case!”

The rest of the bickering continued with both talking over each other, louder and louder until the cars of the vicinity could hear the fight clearly…as well as see their wild hand gesturing and just how their bodies moved with their shouts.

Gilbert somehow managed to bring them back to the mechanic shop, still in the same fight that had constituted the most part of the trip. It was the scene that had greeted both Aldrich and Augusto as they stood waiting for them to arrive, having been happily conversing about their plans of dinner for the night. At what came, they sighed and had to silently agree that their plan didn’t work as expected.

“I just hope you’re still peeing your pants!” Lovino shouted over the car, beginning to take heavy steps towards his grandfather.

“Oh, real mature! Then I hope you shit your pants as much!” Gilbert in turn shouted as he made his way to some other part of the workshop, not wanting to deal with anything right now.

Lovino saw as he moved away, leaving his car still towed on the truck. “Um…hello! You have to fix my car, dimwit!” Lovino still expected.

“You know what, no!” Gilbert shouted furiously back.

“What?”

“I can decide whenever the hell I want to fix your car, and you know, I hope you’re ready to wait, because for hell will I be touching your disgusting thing!”

“It’s your job!”

“Exactly, and you know what, fuck you!” He was off, too far for any other insults, only leaving behind one last middle finger that Lovino joined him in, double as if it was shots strong enough to kill.

“Lovino,” Augusto greeted.

“You set this up didn’t you? You made me actually meet with Gilbert!” He blamed strongly, blazing more so than the older had expected.

“To be honest…yes. I was hoping you would get over some issues if you did,” he tried to excuse.

“Very clearly you didn’t,” Aldrich added.

Lovino glared at him, and before things could get any worst, Augusto and Aldrich shared goodbyes, Augusto taking Lovino by the shoulder and pulling him back to where he had parked his own car.

“You couldn’t behave…you couldn’t behave for once!” Augusto scolded harshly as they made their drive back.

“You know that I have never, never! Been one to behave with that cocksucker in the same room!” He shouted back.

“Watch your words and your tone young man! You might be a grown adult with your own apartment and car, but that does not excuse directing yourself in such a way towards me. I am your grandfather!” Augusto punctuated strongly, letting things cool down enough before he continued to speak in mellow tones. “Is it that hard to contain yourself? To just…smile and let things pass and forgive others.”

“I’m not Feliciano, Nonno,” Lovino grinned his teeth, gripping his hands.

“I know that! I’m just asking you to be more easy going and give yourself the chance to forgive and move on. You’re probably driving yourself away from what could be an amazing chance of friendship,” Augusto hoped.

“With Gilbert? Are you crazy?” No chance could be seen.

“It’s been ten years, Lovino! Gilbert has changed and so have you! For fuck’s sake you are not children!” Augusto hit the wheel and shouted, in a way that caused Lovino to move back in fear.

Augusto sighed, the car in silence, both breathing and calming. “Your mother made that vegetable soup you like for dinner. Why don’t you join us today?” After everything, Lovino agreed as a way to unwind.

Ludwig enjoyed from this silence, reading from a short book his grandfather had in the living room, both his grandmother and mother in the kitchen finishing up some last things for dinner. It didn’t last long, it was interrupted by a murmur of shouts, familiar, coming up the stairs to surely this apartment. Ludwig rolled his eyes, placing the book back and preparing for what was coming.

“-and Oppa, I tried! I swear I tried! But the stick up Lovnio’s ass is too deep to try and remove…even with a fucking tow truck!” His elder brother brought the action to the home, smashing the door open, throwing his shoes in a corner and actively moving his body about in anger.

“Will you ever enter this home without making such a ruckus,” Aldrich gently complained, picking up the things Gilbert threw and trying to organize them.

“He does the same thing when he goes to my place. I doubt that will ever happen.” Ludwig went ahead to help him.

“Luddy!” Gilbert shouted, calm and excited to go hug his brother, swaying him harshly as he always did. “How is my little potato doing?” Gilbert coed.

“I’m not a baby!” Ludwig always complained.

“You will forever be a baby in my vision! So what brings you here? Feli not cooking tonight?”

“Oma invited me over, also I need to tell you all something. What happened with Lovino?” They went ahead to the kitchen to help the family with what was left.

“The typical. Just like it had been for us when we were kids.” Gilbert picked up different plates to place on the table.

“You two couldn’t have possibly started your usual fight after fifteen years.”

“Yep.”

It made Ludwig question once again over that special dinner he would soon invite them all to. Feliciano was really risking a lot by inviting Lovino and Gilbert into the same table. He continued to listen never the less.

“I tried, Lud! I really tried this time to be nice! But then he started getting defensive and he started insulting me and I just couldn’t let him tarnish me like that!” He placed the water jar rather harshly on the table, Ludwig ordering whatever fell out of place.

“You refused to fix his car and gave him the finger,” Aldrich wanted to add.

“He gave me no choice! He had to learn his lesson and see that he still can’t mess with me!” Gilbert defended.

“Couldn’t you just have…talked it out,” Ludwig suggested as they all came and took their sitting at the table.

“That was not possible! And stop trying to fix this, it’s impossible,” Gilbert was sure.

“Let’s just eat, talk about something nicer and then Ludwig can tell us what he wants to let us know,” Aldrich declared and they all nodded, enjoying from the food and whatever chats arose between them.

As they spoke on about what they had recently baked, exchanging recipes and tricks, they had their food to completion, Oma Louise bringing in the Iced sugar cookies she had last baked, decorated in a beautiful flower theme that had all picking and enjoying from.

“So what is it that you want to tell us, Ludwig?” Aldrich addressed.

Ludwig suddenly turned nervous, now more unsure especially after what Gilbert had earlier said. “Feliciano and I have something we want to announce. We’ll do so in a dinner this Saturday at Antico and we want both our families present to hear it.”

“We’ll be there,” Aldrich decided.

“Is it something we should be worried about?” Louis wondered.

“No, nothing to panic about. We’ll just appreciate you all being there.”

“Sounds great,” Ludwig’s father decided on attending.

“An old Beilschmidt-Valenti dinner. I kind of missed those,” Monika excited.

“Lovino is going to be there…isn’t he?” Gilbert had to bring that harsh reminder.

Ludwig sighed, “it’s a family thing, Gilbert. We all have to be present.”

“Can’t you just tell me now so I don’t have to submit myself to that,” Gilbert groaned, hoping.

“It’s something very special, and we would prefer to celebrate it as that.”

Gilbert rolled his eyes and groaned. “I’m not going then.”

“Don’t be so immature, Gilbert,” Aldrich scolded.

“We’ll probably get a large table,” Ludwig convinced.

“Sit you as far away as possible,” Louis suggested.

“You won’t even have to look at each other,” Reinhardt laughed.

“I doubt that would stop Lovino,” Gilbert groaned.

“Gilbert, please, just…please!” Ludwig angered, gripping his hands, slamming it in the air as if stopping himself from begging worst. “We’ll get you far, you won’t even have to talk or even gaze at each other. Just be there to listen to what me and Feliciano have to say and if you want to leave afterwards as quick as possible, do so. But please, try to behave and be there for me.” It was the serious tone to get Gilbert to think, to understand, to sigh in acceptance and tell himself that this was for his brother, for who he would do whatever possible always.

He nodded, although still annoyed murmurs continuing under his breath.

“Fine…”

To Ludwig it was more than enough.

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#on deutschland and italia by lovino valenti #prumano #prumano fanfic #prumano fanfiction #prumano fic

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lamentalia · 5 years

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Lamentalia - Alfred - Ch.5, Pt.2

“…Lovi! Welcome back!” Feliciano’s voice rings a little too eagerly. “You’re home so late! Everyone was worri—“

“Feliciano, I’m not an idiot.” Comes the low voice, cutting through Feliciano’s greeting like a sharp knife through a um… a potato? Alfred winces again, trying to keep still.

“I know there’s a tom here.” The voice continues. “I’ve been tracking his scent all over this gods forsaken forest, and I find what? His tracks lead right. Fucking. HERE. And you are not going to tell me that you, and everyone else standing outside this door, don’t know about it.” Stomping footsteps take the low voice closer to where he’d heard Feli stop.

“Ehhh…..” Alfred hears Feliciano’s nervous voice wavering and unable to retort. There’s a short pause and some shuffling sounds.

“You’re shitting me. That’s him, isn’t it.” The low voice breathes. Oh… Uh oh? Well, that didn’t take long. Oh, shit shit shit, footsteps! Coming closer! What now??

“Lovi aspetta, non—”

The blankets fly off of him and there’s nothing he can do but await a reaction. To his credit though, Alfred does his best impression of a potato and stares blankly up at a very furious looking cat.

He looks uncannily similar to Feliciano; not identical like Alfred and Mattie are— his jaw is squarer, and his nose is kinda different; he’s probably a little older too— but they must be brothers at least.

‘Lovi’ looks at Alfred with an expression that threatens unspeakable violence before turning to Feliciano, probably to start yelling again. Weirdly though, he pauses, looks back at Alfred again, mouth still open, and just sort of stares at his face and down to his prone form for quick second. Alfred somehow resists the urge to smile nervously and wave. He is a potato right now.

“Per piacere Lovi, ascoltami! Non sa de—”

Alfred hardly has time to register that Feliciano is speaking an unfamiliar language, but whatever he said, it causes 'Lovi’ to snap out of his momentary gazing. He turns his snarl back on Feliciano.

“No excuses!” he shouts. “I spend years keeping this place a secret, I shed my blood, sweat and tears every day for this place, and for what!? We have ONE RULE, Feli—”

“—But Lovino—”

“What?! What could have possibly been worth it?!”

“H— he just… he showed up on the doorstep by himself, Lovi! Out of nowhere, I swear! And he was wet and freezing and I thought he was going to die out there, and then he—” Feliciano’s eyes are tearing up and his mouth wobbles.

“Oh, Yeah? So you decide it’s worth the safety and the livelihood of every molly living here for—”

“—AAAhhhh Lovi!!—”

Feliciano wails loudly over the end of Lovino’s sentence and Alfred is briefly as startled and confused as Lovino looks.

“Lovino! Stavo cercando di dirti che non sa delle micie! Era svenuto e quando si è svegliato non sapeva nulla!!” Feliciano rattles off to Lovino, who’s mouth drops open in shock, glancing briefly at Alfred with wide eyes. He recovers quickly, though, and argues back in the same language.

They go back and forth for a bit, so Alfred puts his brain to work with the context he has. Lovino definitely just said that there are mollies here. Objectively speaking, all Alfred knows about them is that they’re super rare because the Void causes them to get sick and die really easily. Not counting Mama, he’s never even met a molly before.

Judging by what Lovino’s been saying and the way Feliciano’s been acting, it stands to reason that Alfred has stumbled upon a secret hideout that protects mollies. Mollies who will be in danger for some reason if the secret gets out!

Something resonates in Alfred’s chest at the thought. This is actually really cool! Kinda like the stories he used to make up about the cats in the history books. Like the lost prince of Balia who he imagined would return one day to save the cats of his kingdom from tyranny! (Mattie made fun of him and said it was cliché, but it was one of Alfred’s favorites.) Uh. Anyway! Lovino and Feliciano are out here helping cats in need and now they think he’s jeopardizing their efforts! He needs to tell them that he can be trusted! More than trusted!

“Hey? Hey, guys?! You said there are mollies here? And they’re in danger? I’m so on board with this operation, you don't even know!” Alfred’s eyes are practically sparkling as he interrupts their argument, earnestly. “Don’t even sweat it! Your secret is totally safe with me!”

The two of them stop arguing to stare at Alfred, then the tension seems to crack. Lovino slaps a hand over his face and even Feliciano groans a little, looking less than relieved. It’s not exactly the reaction Alfred was expecting!

“Dobbiamo parlare.” Lovino says sternly, turning back to a grimacing Feliciano. “Fuori. Ora.”

He then turns to the door. “Feliks!”

The door opens immediately, as though the cat behind it had been waiting for their cue.

“No problem, boss.” A cat with chin length blond hair, tawny fur, and a bored expression steps inside and leans against the wall near the door frame, hand on hip. “And if it’s not a problem with you, or whatever? The mollies wanna patch him up.”

Hey now, that sounds nice!

Lovino raises an eyebrow at the newcomer and begins pushing Feliciano brusquely toward the door. Er… what now? Who is this? What’s going on? Alfred tries to sit up, but he’s got such a cramp going, he can’t really budge. It seems like his ankle doesn’t want to take any weight right now, either.

“They can do whatever they want to him.” Lovino says as he passes Feliks. “And don’t call me boss.”

Without a single look back at Alfred, Lovino and Feliciano have gone. He’s a little let-down to be dismissed like this, but now he has another new cat to interact with. A cat who is staring him down with a neutral, appraising smile and those intensely bored eyes. It’s not quite like the familiar sizing up that enemies give him before a fight begins. Honestly, that would be comfortable in comparison. In fact, he’s beginning to realize that Feliks’ ‘bored expression’ is deceptively hard to read and rather unnerving. He feels as if he’s being read like a book.

Then, when the silence has stretched Alfred’s nerves to their breaking point, Feliks smirks, head tilting to the side. The tense moment is over.

“Pff. Yeah, no, this one’s not gonna be a problem.” Feliks says toward the door, then addresses Alfred. “Like, welcome to the Sanctuary, I guess.”

★TBC★ Thanks again to @flamaflavio for the Italian! :D

This part took a while, but it was fun. Hope you all enjoy! Crit and Comments welcome! :D

#hetalia #lamentalia #aph america #aph romano #aph italy #aph poland

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Amaretto

{ Be sure to check out the disclaimer if you haven’t! }

Chapter 15

The next thing Ludwig knew, he was sitting in the hospital room, staring at a lifeless, motionless Feliciano laying on the bed. His body was still warm and his face was fair but not pale. He seemed alive, yet calm and peaceful as he laid there.

So many questions ran through Ludwig's mind as he sat next to the bed. What could have happened to him? And how? Would he ever wake up? If so, when? He had his doubts before, but seeing Feliciano there, he knew. He knew what this man meant to him, and now, he could lose it all at any moment.

He held Feliciano's hand, squeezing it and not wanting to let go. His world was at a halt; all he could focus on was the man laying on the bed. Just then, he heard footsteps heading in their direction as the doctor approached them.

"Dr. Edelstein," Ludwig asked. "any idea on what happened?"

"He was unconscious on the floor of an opium den." the doctor explained. "It's possible he overdosed but we don't know that for sure yet."

More footsteps could be heard approaching them, maybe two or three people heading their way.

"Lovino, you need to settle down-" Äntonio said as he and Limoncello entered the room.

"Feliciano! exclaimed Limoncello, rushing towards the bed sobbing. "Who did this to you, Feliciano? Was it the limey bastard? Answer me!"

"He can't hear you, Lovi." Antonio answered.

"Goddamnit, Antonio! I know he can't hear me! It was that fucking tea sipping bastard, wasn't it?! I'm going to kill him!"

"Calm down-"

"I'm serious!" the elder Italian continued in between breaths. "I'm going to murder that bastard-" Lovino continued sobbing, unable to finish his sentence. He buried his head into Antonio's chest and began muttering in another language.

"Maybe you should leave him alone." Ludwig advised to the two caretakers.

Understanding the situation, the doctor left the three of them. While Antonio tried to calm Lovino down, Ludwig returned to the man laying in the bed. Feliciano, he thought. Please, wake up.

~~~~~~

Night had fallen, and while Lovino and Antonio had left, Ludwig stayed behind and waited-patient yet anxious-as waited for Feliciano. The longer he waited, the more he worried about him.

Opium den? he thought. Wang's opium den? Fuck, Lovino was right. Gin must have had something to do with this. No matter what happened, he was going to get back at him for what he had done. His terror had gone on far too long, and now, Feliciano was just another casualty.

Just then, he heard the sound of someone clearing their throat coming from behind him. He turned to find Gin standing there, a bouquet of jasmine, rose, and ylang ylangs with him and a sober expression across his face. Ludwig squeezed the patients hand tightly and glared at the man standing near them.

"What are you doing here?" the German asked in a lowly growl, uncharacteristic of him. "Haven't you done enough"

The Brit simply walked toward the other side of the bed, placed the bouquet on the nightstand, and state next to Feliciano, taking the other hand and holding it gently in his. "I know what you're thinking, Ludwig." he began softly. "I'm a monster. A heartless, soulless monster who thinks only of himself. You're not wrong for thinking that, but there's more to me than you know. I wanted to keep it a secret, but since you're here, I suppose I should tell you." He took out a small photograph out from inside his jacket and handed it to Ludwig. The photo was taken in front of a large building, with an middle aged woman and several children standing outside. Somewhere in the front and center stood a small boy with familiar shaggy, dark blond hair and thick eyebrows.

"I was abandoned outside that orphanage somewhere in Whitechapel." Gin continued. "No note; just a baby in a basket, wrapped in a knitted blanket and a pocket watch with the name 'Kirkland' engraved in the back. That photo was taken some years later, when I still stayed there. I was never given a name back then, so everyone just called me 'Kirkland.' I was an outsider back then, I never socialized with the other children and stayed in most of the time reading. As I got older, I would sneak out of the orphanage, only to find myself in more trouble. Eventually, I ended up running into a gang of street thugs, whom took me in as their own. It wasn't easy being out on the streets, though, so I had to find an escape. When I found out about America, I stole what I could and sold it off for a fare to the New World. I came for a better life, but ended up even worse than before, so I was left with returning to a life of crime. It was only way I could achieve my American Dream.""

"I was cold blooded, showing no mercy to anyone that stood in my way of reaching my American Dream. Either you submitted to me, or you died. There was no way around it. I was just a heartless and soulless creature of the night, a greedy king who wanted to conqueror all of New York's underground crime and drug world and become an emperor. I achieved just that, and became the ugly yet powerful man you see today."

He turned his attention to the patient, giving a soft smile as he gently caressed the boy's cheeks. "But, all that changed when I found Amaretto." he continued. "So sweet, so fragile, so naive. I knew he wouldn't last a day in the real world. I had to take him in; it was only way to ensure his safety. But I wanted him to be strong; strong enough to fight his own battles and not let others take advantage of him. So, I began hurting him, training and conditioning him to understand the dark realities of the world so he can be prepared when I'm not around to protect him. Yet, no matter how hard I was, he kept smiling back at me, telling me everything was ok. Soon I realized that he was too good and too pure for this world, and that no one here could accept him nor his love. Not unless he could channel that love and convert it into lust, and become the whore he is today."

Suddenly, to Ludwig's surprise, Gin began sobbing, hiding his face in shame. "All I wanted was for him to feel loved and safe in such troubling time like these. Instead, I hurt him and put him in more danger than before. I know I'm a monster, Ludwig. I just thought I could control that monster around my dear, sweet Amaretto. I see now that I couldn't, and that I can no longer give him the love and kindness he deserves."

Ludwig didn't want to believe anything this man was saying; not one bit of it. Yet, deep down in his heart, he felt the truth in Arthur's story. There was no denying that the boy in the photo was him. And there was no denying that the pain he went through was real. But, he was, in fact, a monster, just as he claimed. A heartless, soulless monster with no mercy. He then turned to Feliciano, whom was still unconscious, lying peacefully on the bed. Was this why you stayed, Feli? he asked to himself. Because you wanted him to be loved, and you were the only one who could do that?

Just then, Gin removed the rhinestone choker around Feliciano's neck and placed it in his pocket. "Ludwig, please do me a favor," he asked, getting up from his seat as he was about to leave. "Please, take care of my dear, sweet prince for me. And give him every bit of love and kindness he deserves. He needs you, Ludwig. He loves you."

"Gin, I-"

"I already have his things packed up and they're being sent to your place. I'm going through my records to find his files, so I'll send them over then."

"Gin, I'm...I'm really sorry."

"For what? You didn't do anything wrong."

"I misjudged you. I knew you were manipulative, and controlling, and abusive. I just never knew it was because you had such a miserable past, and tried so hard to keep others from suffering the way you did. I also didn't know that you and Feli-Amaretto, had such deep, passionate love for each other. I'm terrible sorry for my judgment."

"All is forgiven, chap."

~~~~~~

The next day, Feliciano still hadn't moved. There was also no word from his master, and Lovino was still too emotional to visit him. Ludwig, however, remained there, watching over him and keeping eye on him in case anything happened.

Despite the condition he was in, Feliciano looked calm and peaceful, and beautiful, like a sleeping angel. Was it even possible for him to look ugly, Ludwig wondered. Still, he just wanted to see that gorgeous smile and those bright, caramel eyes again. He wanted to hear the adorable laugh, and the sound of his sweet yet seductive voice, and his accent every time he spoke his mother tongue. All of that, just one last time. So he could remember all of it for the rest of his life.

Ludwig sat right next to the bed, his hand holding on to Feliciano and squeezing it with all he had. "Feliciano," he murmured. "you've done so much for me. When I first met you, I thought you were just some helpless boy in an abusive relationship convinced that his only value in life was prostitution. I just wanted to help you get away from all of that and find a better life. But, the truth is, you never were any of that at all. You are the most selfless man I have ever met. You mean everything to me Feliciano. I love you."

He knew his lover wouldn't respond, but it still broke his heart a little when nothing came out of his mouth.

"You know, seeing you like this, it makes me really appreciate all the good times we had together more." Ludwig continued, a sniffle escaping him. "And how our time on this earth is short, so we much cherish it. Feliciano, I don't just cherish every moment we had together. I treasure them." His sniffles then became soft sobs, causing him to hide his face as he wept. "I love you, Feliciano. You are my entire world, and I can't see you go like this, not now! I love you so much!" Then, without any hesitation, Ludwig kissed Feliciano on the lips, the sweet taste of almond and apricot still there even in his sleep. As they parted, Ludwig rested his head onto Feliciano's chest, crying as he heard the man's heart still beating. He had been so caught up in his emotions, that he hardly noticed a hand squeezing his. Then, he did hear a soft moan nearby.

"Ve. Ve." it continued, as Ludwig looked up. This time he found two eyelids fluttering opening slowly, opening the caramel windows of the soul, now ever brighter than they ever were before. He couldn't believe what was happening, Feliciano was regaining consciousness, He somehow survived all of this; his love - his Feliciano - was alive.

"Feliciano?" he asked, hand caressing on the Italians cheek.

"Lud...wig?" Feliciano asked, his voice soft and airy, but slurred, and confused by his surroundings.

"Yes, yes Feliciano. It's me, Ludwig.

"Lud...wig." His arms started to lift slowly, reaching out to embrace him. Ludwig made no hesitation to help Feliciano move closer so they could embrace each other.

"I'm right here, Feli. I'm right here." He would not let go of him; not this time. The German needed to be with the man he loved; as did the Italian. All he could feel was the joy he had seeing the love of his life finally awake, and that was all Ludwig could ask for.

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otp questions | ethan ramsey x mc

Who is the most affectionate?

It honestly depends on how they are both feeling. Though when you sit back and think about it, Ethan would be the more affectionate one of the two but it wouldn't necessarily be kisses or hugs. It could be as simple as a simple brushing of a hand or smile.

Big spoon/Little spoon?

Hands down Ethan loves- no- NEEDS to be the little spoon. He's been through so much that the man just needs to be held. There are times during the night where he may be a tad restless or suffering from a nightmare and will hold onto Oliver and become the big spoon as a result.

Most common argument?

Oliver: Ethan Jonah Ramsey. It is 2:45 in the morning and you have work in a few hours. Go. To. Bed.

Ethan: n o.

Favorite non-sexual activity?

They both love going to the opera house. Oliver loves seeing Ethan get excited when explaining the plot and what is currently happening, forgetting that the intern can also speak Italian. Ethan just adores being able to include someone in on his love of opera.

Who is most likely to carry the other?

Once again, it depends on the situation. The majority of the time either one has to be carried out of the room by the other or fists will be thrown.

Both radiate dumbass energy don't @ me.

What is their favorite feature of their partner’s?

Ethan- He is absolutely enamored by Oliver's freckles.

Oliver- That man's laugh and hypnotic eyes are everything to him.

What’s the first thing that changes when they realize they have feelings for the other?

The way they just act around each other. The way they look at each other. It's more relaxed and loving in a sense.

Nicknames? & if so, how did they originate?

r o o k i e

Ethan- He calls Oliver by a small handful of nicknames. It starts off with OJ and Ollie before transitioning into ones like Darling, Doll, Love, My Ollie, Lover, etc.

Oliver- He honestly spent like three days contemplating nicknames at first. Though that changed when they finally kissed. He ends up calling Ethan things like Ethie, Hun/Honey, Lovie, Lovebug, Sweetie/Sweetheart, etc.

Who worries the most?

Oliver, hands down. He is one of those people that worries more than anything about those he is close with or deeply cares about.

Who remembers what the other one always orders at a restaurant?

Oliver. He is just one of those people that will remember even the smallest of details about people he just spends a lot of time around which is always great for patients too.

Who tops?

They tend to switch but with Oliver topping at one point or another due to being restless at how the pace is. Ethan will only top to simply make Oliver feel overwhelmed with pleasure.

Who initiates kisses?

Ethan is known for his hungry kisses, maybe even going as far as pulling Oliver into an empty room, kissing him long and hard.

Who reaches for the other’s hand first?

Ethan. He just likes knowing that Plover is nearby whenever possible.

Who kisses the hardest?

Ethan kisses like there is no tomorrow. Like he needs Oliver more than he needs air.

Who wakes up first?

Ethan used to wake up first but it transitioned into Oliver waking up first and stealing his shirt.

Who wants to stay in bed just a little longer?

Ethan just wants to hold Oliver and never let him go. He wants to have those last few moments with him before they have to go to work.

Who says I love you first?

Oliver said it when they were out on the balcony in Miami. It was a soft mumble of words that he didn't expect/know Ethan would hear.

Who leaves little notes in the other’s one lunch? (Bonus: what does it usually say?)

THEY BOTH DO BUT OLIVER WILL WRITE THESE LOVE LETTERS ON WHAT FEELS LIKE A QUARTER OF A PAD OF STICKY NOTES BEFORE GOING FOR STATIONARY. ETHAN JUST WRITES LITTLE THINGS LIKE "I LOVE YOU" WITH A CROOKED HEART DOODLE.

Who tells their family/friends about their relationship first?

Everyone already knew before them. And I mean E V E R Y O N E.

What do their family/friends think of their relationship?

Everyone was just patiently waiting for them to get together and kept making small jokes or prods about them as a couple.

Who is more likely to start dancing with the other?

Oliver. Music or not, he will end up dancing with Ethan whether he likes it or not. (He loves it.)

Who cooks more/who is better at cooking?

Ethan. Anyone who so much as dares question it hasn't had him make them a meal and it shows.

Who comes up with cheesy pick up lines?

Oliver. Ethan tries his hardest but it always ends up with him leaving the room due to being way too flustered to look Oliver in the eye.

Who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear during inappropriate times?

Ethan will do this to get a reaction from Oliver.

Who needs more assurance?

Ethan requires more reassurance on just about a majority of things in his life, ranging from feeling unworthy of love/being loved to being a doctor. Oliver will always be there with open arms.

What would be their theme song?

Realization of Feelings: Falling for U - Peachy! ft. mxmtoon

Beginning of Relationship: I Do Adore - Mindy Gledhill

Relationship in General: Like Real People Do - Hozier

Who would sing to their child back to sleep?

Ethan honestly would hold their child and sing/hum a song from an opera he had seen recently.

What do they do when they’re away from each other?

c r y.

They would be one of those couples that will call each other when they can. They also have a picture of each other at all times regardless.

one headcanon about this OTP that breaks your heart

They both cried themselves to sleep after what happened in Miami out of frustration and pure want/desire for each other.

one headcanon about this OTP that mends it

They both feel safest in each other's arms.

#choices open heart #ethan ramsey x mc #open heart

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celosia-starfall · 5 years

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A Chance Encounter (Part 6 & 7)

Here’s the fourth part of the fanfic that I’m posting for the fifth day of the Hetalia Extravaganza by @weekofhetalia !!!

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AU: Futuristic Fantasy

Pairing: Romano x Canada

Summary: In a world where magic and technology are at odds with each other, Lovino is a fire faery that has escaped from an American laboratory that had been holding him captive in order to experiment on him. After escaping, he managed to flee across the border into Canada, where Matthew finds him nearly unconscious in the cold and carries him home in order for Lovino to heal.

Chapter 6

Lovino was placing the dirty dishes in the sink when he heard the first soft strains of the tune. His eyes widened slightly as he felt a shiver run down his spine. He sat down the knife he'd been about to clean and made his way out to the greenhouse, feeling like he was being pulled by an unseen force. He quietly made his way over toward the blonde violinist, his wings unfurling as he walked. He could feel the faint magic spilling into the music causing the insects to dance through the air in recognition.

He stopped beside one of the trees surrounding the pond, his wings glimmering slightly from a sudden surge of energy he was sure was caused by the Canadian. Several fireflies made there way to lazily swirl around him, encouraging him to dance. He almost gave in. Almost. There was a small part of him that realized the music would stop if he joined.

Matthew's lips tugged upwards into a smile as he watched the butterflies and fireflies dancing around the moonlit pond. He hummed quietly, closing his eyes as he continued to play the tune. After a few more moments, Matthew took a deep breath, relaxing as his mind started to drift slightly, a familiar yet foreign set of words forming in his thoughts.

And then...he began to sing. "Toue rei zue kuroa ryou toue zue. Kuroa ryou zue toue ryou rei neu ryou zue. Va rei zue toue neu toue ryou toue kuroa. Ryou rei kuroa ryou zue rei va zue rei. Va nue va rei va nue va zue rei. Kuroa ryou kuroa neu toue rei kuroa ryou zue rei va. Rei va neu kuroa toue rei rei," he finished, drawing out the last note on the violin as it resonated throughout the greenhouse.

Blinking open his eyes, Matthew shook his head, snapping out of the trance-like state he had been in while playing. Dropping his hands to his sides, the violin and bow still in his grip, he stared at the moon's reflection for a moment before walking over to the bench and sitting down, returning the instrument to its case. Resting his arms against his knees, he watched as the butterflies and fireflies returned to their previous activities before the music began, several of the butterflies fluttering over to the Canadian and landing briefly on his fingers before returning to their sleeping spots.

Matthew let out a soft chuckle when one landed on his nose before fluttering off, causing a small smile to appear on the blonde's face as he tilted his head back, staring at the moon through the frosted glass roof of the greenhouse.

Lovino's skin was tingling slightly from the residual magic in the air. He watched the Canadian with awe, having realized just what it was that made the animals flock to him. He stepped out of the shadows of the trees, his wings shimmering faint pinks and golds in the moonlight. His voice was a bit respectful as he spoke. "That was beautiful." He moved to stand beside the bench Matthew was sitting on.

Matthew's eyes widened as he looked up at the Italian, his face flushing darkly. Covering his face with one of his hands, he looked down at his lap. "U-Umm, m-merci. I didn't know you were listening," he murmured, dropping his hands to his lap as he fiddled with the edge of his shirt. Swallowing, he said quietly, "I'm...glad you liked it..." The blonde glanced over at Lovino, smiling sheepishly.

Lovino tilted his head to the side. "I was right when I said you had a bit of magic earlier." He carefully sat on the bench beside the Canadian so as not to crumble his wings any. He rested his elbows on his knees. "You can't feel it though, can you? If you could, you wouldn't use it so carelessly…” His wings fluttered lightly of their own will. "I didn't change back on my own... You pulled my wings out with the magic. I don't think you meant to though." He rubbed the back of his neck lightly as he tried to find the right words to explain what he meant. "It's old magic. Not many people have it. You must have either a mage or fae somewhere in your family tree though. It's extremely strong for being unnoticeable."

Matthew glanced at the wings that were now visible on the Italian's back. He slowly shook his head. "I didn't even know I had magic...or that what I was doing was magic... I just...play music... The butterflies like it, and I've read that music helps plants grow...so I've just been doing this everyday for years..." He looked into Lovino's eyes, his gaze flickering over his wings briefly. "So I'm basically able to cause fae to reveal their true forms..." he trailed off in thought, his brows furrowing in concern. "Lovino...if magic is inherited, then...what would be the odds of my twin brother having the same or similar abilities?"

Lovino shrugged. "I'm not really sure if you only powers involve causing us to reveal ourselves." He murmured. "I could have probably fought the change of I had wanted to." He rolled his shoulders slightly. "You're right about your music making the plants grow though..." He pointed to a few blossoms that had opened in the tree branches above. "The butterflies and fireflies don't really seem to mind though. They were thoroughly celebrating you." He smirked. "Then again, if I lived on flower nectar, I probably would too. Your music opened enough blossoms for every one of the bees, fireflies, and butterflies around here to get drunk on nectar." He watched a firefly move lazily through the air in large looping circles. “As for your twin, he could have abilities, or just be another human. Magic is strange like that. It selects some and ignores others."

Matthew chuckled softly, looking up at the blossoms that Lovino was referring to. A small smile appeared on his face as he rested his elbows on his knees. Pressing his palms against his eyes, he let out a relieved sigh. "Okay. That makes me feel a little better. He...works for one of the American labs across the border..." He chewed on his bottom lip. "Possibly the one that you were...being held at... But anyways...if he had abilities like mine, then...the people at the lab could end up using him to help locate and capture fae...or use him for their experiments... I don't know..." The Canadian let out a tired sigh, crossing his arms across his knees as he rested his forehead against his arms. "And my life just got a hell lot more complicated than I thought it was," he chuckled, closing his eyes.

Lovino shrugged, "Life sucks sometimes. Believe me, I know." He thought for a moment. "Does your twin look like you? Or is it just fraternal?" He couldn't shake the feeling that Matthew looked more familiar than he should have now that he studied the young man sitting beside him. "What's your last name, by the way..."

Leaning back against the bench, he stretched out his arms and legs in front of him. "We're identical twins...except that he has blue eyes and our hair is different. Dieu, that stupid cowlick of his..." He shook his head, his blonde curls bouncing slightly. Turning on the bench, he sat cross-legged, facing the Italian. "I go by my mother's maiden name of Williams, but...it technically should be Jones. That's the last name that Alfred uses, at least." He rubbed the back of his neck, looking down with a light blush on his face. "But yeah...mine is Williams."

Lovino groaned softly as the image and name fell into place in his mind. "Medical Specialist Jones...." He tipped his head back and stared up at the moon. "If it helps any, your fratello was actually one of the nicer humans at the lab. He never did anything.... Unorthodox... and always treated any injuries we got from the other technicians..." He huffed softly. "I guess what they say about it being a small fucking world is true though, hm?"

Matthew sighed. "I guess that makes me feel a bit better but..." He shook his head, letting out a small laugh. "Yeah, I suppose that you're right though. A really small world." Matthew tilted his head to the side as he looked up at the Italian. He smiled as he placed his hand on the other's shoulder, giving it a light squeeze. "But...I'm really glad that we got to meet each other," he murmured as he dropped his hand to his lap. The Canadian watched the faery for a few moments, the dappled moonlight shining on them through the trees, before he turned his attention to the pond.

The Italian nodded and stared out across the moonlit pond as well. "Si. You're not half bad for a human, even if you're a mage." He leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees. "This place you have here is nice..." He mumbled. "I don't think I'll be too irritated staying here a while."

Matthew laughed softly. "I'll take that as a compliment," he murmured, resting his arms on the back of the bench. Laying his head down on top of his arms, he closed his eyes with a quiet sigh. A small yawn escaped his lips as he nuzzled closer against his arms. "I'm...glad that you're staying... I hope you enjoy your time here..." he murmured, trailing off with another yawn.

Lovino smirked slightly. "You look like you're about to fall asleep. You should head to bed. I'll come inside in a few minutes." It had been a while since Lovino had just sat peacefully with nature and he wanted to have a moment to himself, no humans involved.

"I'm not...tired... It's just the warmth is...making me drowsy... But if you insist..." he murmured, covering his mouth as a much larger yawn escaped. Standing up, he patted the Italian's head. "G'Night, Lovi. Don't forget to put your wings away," he said quietly, walking back into the house with his violin in tow. Once he reached his bedroom, he collapsed on the bed, not bothering to close the door or turn off the light as he fell asleep almost immediately.

Lovino huffed softly at the comment on his wings. "Yeah, whatever. Buonanotte."

As soon as the Canadian was back in the house, the Italian stood up from the bench and walked over to the edge of the pond. It had been a while since he'd had a good chance to stretch his wings properly. Most humans thought it was strange that a fairy the size of a human could fly with just thin looking wings, but the fact was, most of Lovi's bones were hollow, like a bird's, when he was in his full fae form. He gave his wings a tentative flap to test their strength before beating them with a bit more force and hovering.

Immediately, the flock of fireflies in the area came swarming around him and he smirked as he understood what they wanted. The game of tag was on.

A little while later, a thoroughly exhausted Italian, sans wings, made his way inside. He sighed as he passed Matthew's room and saw the blonde sprawled across the bed. He stepped inside the Canadian's room and tugged a blanket over the man before flicking of the light and carefully closing the door. It wasn't long before he was snuggled in his own bed, snoring softly.

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Chapter 7

Matthew groaned as the first light of morning shined through the cracks in the curtain and into his eyes. His head was pounding as he pulled the blanket up over his head, nestling deeper into the dark warmth. The Canadian quickly drifted back to sleep. It wasn't until a good three hours later at nearly ten o'clock that the blonde forced himself out of bed, making a small mental note of how he hadn't had a blanket on him when he fell asleep last night. He trudged down the hallway, rubbing his eyes as he entered the kitchen. Matthew grabbed an apple from the bowl of fruit he had set out yesterday morning, leaning heavily against the counter as he took a bite of the obtained fruit.

Lovino had gotten up a little earlier and had been out in the greenhouse, enjoying his breakfast of fresh tomatoes. He had picked a few that might have gotten too ripe if left on the vine and was bringing them into the house. He tilted his head at the rather tired looking Canadian. "Morning, Matthew..." He couldn't help but wonder if the man wasn't a morning person.

Matthew blinked blearily, looking in the direction of the voice. It took a few seconds to focus on the person whom had spoken, and when Matthew recognized said person, a wide grin appeared on his face. "Good morning, Lovino," he murmured. "How are you?" he added with a grin, tilting his head to the side as he took another bite of his apple.

Lovino crossed his arms and frowned. "Apparently a lot better off than you." He marched over and pressed the back of his hand against the Canadian's forehead. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but humans aren't supposed to be as warm as you are, are they?"

Matthew stared at the Italian for a few moments before blinking and taking a step back. He winced slightly when the edge of the counter dug into his back. "I-I just have a headache. I'll be fine," he murmured, unable to prevent a small shiver from passing through his body. He tiredly rubbed at his eyes. "I should probably stop staying up so late," he murmured.

Lovino's frown deepened. He could tell the Canadian didn't feel well. "You should go back to sleep for a bit. Maybe that will help your headache." He huffed softly and pulled a kitchen knife out to start slicing the tomatoes he'd brought in.

Matthew looked at the Italian for a few more moments before stretching, his back popping quietly as he did so. He nodded at Lovino. "Alright...I guess..." he murmured, heading toward the hallway. He stopped at the doorway, looking back at the faery one more time before heading down the hallway.

Matthew paused briefly to turn the thermostat heater to ten degrees warmer before going to his room and laying down in his bed, snuggling under several thick blankets before drifting off to sleep again.

Lovino sighed. He had a small idea as to why the Canadian was sick. He couldn't help but somewhat remember the feeling of being wrapped in a warm coat when he hovered on the edge of consciousness as Matthew had brought him home. He put the tomatoes in a pot of water to boil for a bit. If Matthew was sick, the least he could do was make the blonde some soup.

Matthew shivered as he curled up tighter into a ball under the blankets. He hadn't managed to stay asleep for very long apparently. It was either because he was feeling too cold or he smelled something being cooked. Either way, the Canadian was unable to return to sleep, his thoughts drifting constantly in his state of semi-wakefulness. The blonde eventually became vaguely aware of another presence within the room with him. Blinking open his eyes, Matthew noticed that the Italian was there with him.

Lovino had just entered the room a moment before, a bowl of steaming soup in his hands. He sat it on the Canadian's nightstand and looked down slightly. "Sorry for waking you up..." He rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

Matthew shook his head, sitting up slightly. "You didn't wake me up," he murmured, a small smile on his face. Another shiver passed through his body as he pulled the blankets up closer around him. "That smells really good, by the way," he added quietly, nodding toward the bowl.

Lovino nodded. "Of course it smells good. It's tomato soup." He smirked a bit. "I thought it would help cure whatever's giving you a damn headache." He held up a spoon. "You feel up to eating?"

Matthew chuckled softly, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards into a slight grin. "I might be..." he murmured. He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "And...it might be more than just a headache...." He scooted over slightly on the bed before patting the spot next to him. "Sit with me?"

Lovino huffed softly and sat on the edge of the bed. He picked the bowl of soup of the nightstand and offered it to the Canadian, making sure it wasn't actually hot enough to burn the blonde. "Glad to see you finally admitting it." He murmured. "I would offer to cure you, but knowing my luck, I'd just make you worse."

Matthew felt the heat rise to his cheeks that had nothing to do with his fever. "Y-Yeah, well I...I didn't want to worry you..." he murmured, taking the bowl from the Italian. "Merci." He held the warm bowl close to him, closing his eyes as the warmth began to seep into his body, some of the chill he had felt beginning to dissipate.

Lovino shrugged. "It's my fault you got sick, right? Making you feel better is the least I can do." He pulled his legs up on the bed and leaned back against the headboard.

Matthew smiled slightly. "Having you around makes me feel better," he murmured, mostly to himself as he stared into the soup. "It doesn't matter if it was your fault or not. It wasn't intentional," he added, stirring the soup with the spoon before leaning back against the headboard next to the Italian. He hummed quietly, eating the soup.

Lovino blushed slightly at the Canadian's words. He fell into his habit of playing with a small flame on his fingertips. He tilted his head slightly after a moment. "Is the soup good?"

Matthew paused mid-bite before continuing the spoon's path to his mouth. He turned his head to the side, nodding. "It's excellent. The best that I've had in...years at least." He smiled gently at the other before eating another spoonful.

Lovino smiled faintly. He enjoyed when others praised his cooking. "You'd better not be lying. Tell me the truth if it sucks." He continued to dance the tiny bit of flame around his fingertips as if it was a toy.

Matthew shook his head slightly, wincing a bit when his headache worsened from the movement. "I'm not lying. It's really, really good," he murmured, smiling at the Italian. After a few moments, his smile faded slightly as he raised an eyebrow. "Are you saying that you haven't tasted it?" he asked, before holding up a spoonful toward the brunette.

Lovino blushed brightly and crossed his arms over his chest defensively, the flame vanishing. He huffed slightly. "Of course I've tasted it. I'm just biased to my own damn cooking. It tasted good to me, but I know humans have strange taste in food sometimes."

Matthew blushed, lowering the spoonful back into the bowl. "Sorry. I didn't mean to upset you..." he murmured, swallowing thickly. He stirred the spoon around in the already three-quarters empty bowl. The Canadian stayed silent as he continued to eat, keeping his gaze averted from the Italian.

Lovino stared randomly around the room, his cheeks still a faint pink. After a few more moments, he tilted his head. "Do you want me to bring you any... medicine... For your cold?" He paused a moment trying to remember the proper word for what he was offering to go find. "It might help you some, right?" The fae had absolutely no idea how human medicine worked, but knew that it helped humans hel faster, much like being spells helped the fae.

Matthew shook his head slightly. "I don't like it," he murmured, staring into the remains of the soup. "I've tried to take it before, but I'm allergic to one of the ingredients or something. So I ended up worse than before I took the medicine." The Canadian frowned, remembering the incident. "Herbal remedies are healthier anyways. And they work better in my opinion, too, rather than the manufactured, synthetic shit that the government makes." He wrinkled up his nose before finishing off the soup and setting the empty bowl on his lap.

Lovino shrugged slightly. "Oh. That makes things a hell of a lot less complicated for me at least." He reached over to take the bowl. "I'll bring you some mint tea of something later then. That always seems to help mio fratellino."

Matthew nodded, picking up the bowl and handing it to the Italian, his face heating up as their fingers brushed together. He turned his head away as he coughed lightly, clearing his throat as he withdrew his hand. "That sounds really good. Merci, Lovi," he murmured, pulling the blankets up around his shoulders as his eyelids drooped slightly, a shiver running through his body.

Lovino stood up from the bed. "Yeah, whatever... Just get some more sleep. I'll come back later with the damn mint." He carried the bowl to the kitchen, pausing slightly in the blonde's bedroom door as he left the room to glance back at the sick Canadian.

A small smile appeared on the Canadian's face as he layed back down in bed. A long yawn escaped his lips. Curling up on his side, he pulled the multiple layers of blankets up over his shivering form. Almost as soon as his head hit the pillows, he fell into a deep sleep.

Lovino came back to the Canadian's room about an hour later. He held two ceramic mugs of steaming water with a few mint leaves floating in each. The scent of mint was surrounding him as he quietly made his way to the blonde's beside. He sat the mugs on the nightstand and gently pressed his hand to Matthew's forehead. He sighed as he realized that the man was still much too warm.

Matthew stretched his legs under the covers. Sniffing, he brought his hand up to his forehead, blinking his eyes open in confusion when his hand pressed against something else that was really warm. Another wave of shivers passed through his body as his eyes closed once again, pulling the warm object closer to his body. A small content sigh escaped his lips as he nuzzled closer to the warmth that the object produced.

Lovino blushed brightly as the Canadian snuggled his hand. He was half tempted to pull away, but sighed as he realized that Matthew was shivering. He huffed softly and sat down on the bed. He knew how horrible it was to feel cold. It was one of the most unpleasant sensations in his personal experience. He sighed softly and shifted so that he was laid out on the bed beside Matthew and let his body change just enough so that he had his natural fire faery's body temperature. The mugs of mint tea could cool for all he cared. He could easily heat them again later.

Matthew subconsciously let out a soft sigh when he felt the warmth. Letting go of Lovino's hand, he moved closer toward him. Draping an arm across the fae's torso, he unconsciously cuddled against him, resting his head against the Italian's chest. "Warm..." he mumbled in his sleep before letting out a deep shaky breath as his body began to relax, his shivers gradually dissipating.

Lovino felt his cheeks heat up quite a bit as he was snuggled like a body pillow. He wasn’t used to being touched affectionately in any way by anyone other than his overly clingy little brother. He let a faint smile ghost across his lips as Matthew relaxed, the way the Canadian mumbled softly reminding him a little of his brother back in Italy. The Italian sighed softly and decided he might as well enjoy a bit of a siesta while he had a good chance.

#HetaliaExtravaganza2k19 #APH Canada #aph romano #aph south italy #canmano #romacan #romanada #hetalia #magic #fairies #fantasy #a chance encounter fanfic #fiction #fanfic

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Broken Part 1

Summary: Iceland must live with North and South Italy. He quickly grows comfortable with one, only to lose the nation in under a year of being together.

So, here is the first part of this story. Broken is a two-part story based on a Vocaloid song called Error.

What had he done wrong? Everything hurt... Why is he alone?

He can't be gone... He promised me we'd start the next year together... That I wouldn't have to feel so alone anymore... Damn it! It hurts... Why did you go? I miss you... I love you so much...

"Sorry... We couldn't help you at all..." his brother sounded far away, though they were sitting right next to each other. Blue eyes looked at him in sorrow. The man's words echoed in his mind, even as he gave a rare smile to the other. "Lukas," he began with a sigh, "I know you did your best. Look on the bright side. Russia isn't the one I'll be living with." His voice was soft, almost a whisper. His violet eyes shone with resignation and relief.

He would worry if someone like Russia had agreed to take him in, no matter how short a time it must be.

He combed his right hand through his short light blond hair, a gesture he picked up from one of his soon to be bosses. "You're right. At least we know they would never abuse their authority..." his brother replied, hands gently tugging at short blonde hair. "Emil..." They looked to the doorway where the rest of their family stood.

" Time to go..." the oldest announced, blue green eyes looking solemnly at the wall beside them. "We'll miss you... But I'm sure they would let us visit and chat with you. Calls would probably be fine, too..." he added, his short blond hair fluttering as he nodded to himself.

"Berwald's right!" the man beside him cheered, violet eyes shining with unshed tears. "I know for a fact that they would never want you to feel restrained! Right, Matthias?" he put a white hat on his blond hair as he announced this.

"Hehe~ That's right, Tino! We don't have to worry at all!" the speaker's blue eyes seemed to disagree with his words. He closed them as he said, "They're nice! Really nice!" his left hand combed through tussled blond hair as he said this.

"Thanks guys..." Emil gave them a soft, genuine smile.

They arrived at the airport not an hour later, each exuding an air of sadness. They had opted to be less formal and more casual today.

Berwald was the first to get off the car. He straightened his blue shirt and dusted his pale brown pants before helping Tino out. The latter gave a grateful look, making sure his green shirt wasn't wrinkled. He felt his phone vibrate within the pocket of his white pants and pulled it out.

Matthias stepped out not a moment later, his hands hiding in the pockets of his black pants. Berwald huffed at his appearance, before deliberately straightening the man's deep blue shirt. Lukas hesitantly got off the car, as well. He pulled his white jacket tighter to his person before his left hand took something out of the pocket of his black pants.

Emil immediately began to walk into the airport, albeit slowly. He straightened his white dress shirt as he walked. Lukas followed his brother into the airport, the others walking behind him. Emil searched for something in the pocket of his black pants before looking to Matthias. Violet eyes bore into the man's own.

"You took my ticket."

The statement was spoken in a factual manner. Matthias cringed at the bluntness of his surrogate brother, before raising his hands in defeat. "You seriously took his ticket?!" Tino was quick to reprimand him. "Haven't we established that we can still stay connected with each other?! Why would you do this?!"

The accused simply gave a nervous laugh.

Matthias pulled the ticket from the pocket of his pants. "I just feel like... everything's... going to change now... our pace of living and... and..." seeing the usually happy man crying set off even more tears.

Emil felt touched that his family cared this much for him. He could not stop the words any longer. "I'll miss you..." his voice wavered as he began, "I promise to call you... at least once every day... and we can even... have video calls... and we'll chat... as often as possible and... and..." Emil found that he could no longer speak after that.

All he could do was cry as Lukas held him tightly. The others were quick to join in on the session.

They rarely hugged each other, and it was now ever more important for Emil to know that they loved him. That they will always love him.

"I have to go now..." Emil's voice was hoarse from crying. Berwald reluctantly pulled himself and Tino out of the group hug. Matthias moved slowly, as if savoring the moment. It took a few more minutes and coaxing from the others before Lukas detached himself from his brother.

Emil made his way to the boarding gate, all the while thinking of how this would end.

As the plane began to take off, Emil saw his family giving him each of their own farewells.

"...Thank you for flying with Icelandair*. We hope you enjoy your stay." Emil groggily stood as the announcement ended. He made his way through the crowds, mindful not to hit anyone in his sleepy state. He reached the luggage area without trouble.

"Welcome to Milan, Italy!" the woman at the counter spoke in Italian before giving him a look. "Hey cutie~ got any plans?" Emil couldn't really understand her that much so he decided to move on, giving her an apologetic look as he proceeded to the doors.

He did not know what he was expecting to happen, but the following scenario did not even cross his mind. As soon as he stepped outside, he heard a somewhat familiar voice call out to him.

"Ciao~ Over here!" it wasn't hard to find the one who shouted, especially since they spoke in English. He walked over to a pair of young men, standing just a few steps away from a Lamborgini. The one who shouted was waving at him, brown shirt scrunching up at the gesture.

The man's smile was contagious, it seemed, for Emil soon found himself smiling as well.

"How was your flight? I hope the personnel were all nice! If you want, we can take a tour of the city first! It's only twelve in the afternoon! Oh, wait! You must be tired! Let's hurry back to our place so you can rest." The barrage of questions confused him.

The man's usually closed eyes were open, gentle brown eyes locking with shocked violet. "Ve~ Sorry... I tend to ramble a lot. Ludwig's mentioned it before... Kiku doesn't seem to mind, though... Lovi, too, right? Oh! Do you like art? We have lots of places full of art, right, brother?" the man's left hand pulled something from the pocket of his black pants. "Here you go~"

Emil stared at the bar of chocolate being offered to him. "I can't give you pasta right now, sorry..." Emil doesn't know why, but he really wants to comb his fingers through the man's brown hair. "We could go see some art galleries, right? Maybe go to a diner?" The man had turned to his right to address his brother. Emil felt dizzy. "Ah... I'm a bit tired..." and he was.

Being on the plane for four hours and seventeen minutes can do that to a person and nation.

"Where will I be staying?"

"You're staying at our place, stupid! Hurry up so we can leave already!" the one who spoke looked at him, hazel eyes glaring. Emil blinked at the man, who only crossed his arms over his chest. He wasn't that fluent in Italian, but he was sure the other had insulted him.

"Ve~ Brother! Don't be mean! Let's go back now, yes?" the cheery man held Emil's hand in his own, gently pulling him to the car. The brother was quick to gather Emil's luggage and put them in the trunk. He tried to stay awake but as soon as he sat, Emil began to drift into sleep.

"Ve~ you must really be tired..."

The moment the sun broke through the horizon, he was already up and moving. By the time the clock stroke eight, the heavenly scent of food filled the large house. This was how his brothers woke up.

"Feliciano?!" the surprised exclamation echoed in the otherwise silent house. "Good morning, Lovino! Good morning, Marcello! We're having Capelli d'angelo* for breakfast today~" the sound of their brother's light, happy voice caused them to stop and wonder.

"Ve~ I wonder if he'd like to sample some of my pasta dishes... Maybe art galleries? Lovi, Marci... Where should I take him to?"

The addressed simply blinked at their brother's state.

He was fussing over their soon to be new friend while making breakfast.

"Big brother Feli... Let me finish breakfast. You and big brother Lovi need to get ready for when he arrives, yes?" the youngest of the three stated in a serious manner before walking over to the stove. The oldest clicked his tongue.

"Chigi! Why are you even fussing this much, Feli? He probably wants to hurry and go home!"

"Ve~ but Lovi~ I want him to enjoy his stay here! Besides... This might be the only chance I get..."

Lovino's hazel eyes widened at the last part. He sighed, going upstairs to prepare for the day. Marcello's own green eyes looked at Feliciano in question. Feliciano sighed, right hand clutching at his chest. "Ve~ I want to get to know him more... before I fade away..."

The words hurt too much to hear, let alone to believe.

All three of them knew, with Venice sinking, that the personification of North Italy would vanish as well.

However, none of them wished to accept the fact.

Lovino chose to wear a pair of black pants, which went well with his dark brown shirt. His hazel eyes narrowed as his thoughts ran around in circles. This is a curse! A curse, I say! He continued to repeat the mantra until he was fully clothed and waiting by the car. He won't vanish... not for a long while... so why worry?

Except... all three of them knew it...

He still has time... he can still love and be loved... Damn it!

"Ve? Lovi...? What's wrong?" the words of his precious baby brother seemed to strike a chord into his heart. "Nothing's wrong! Damn it!" Lovino hastily got into the driver's seat and waited for the other to get in the car. Nothing's wrong. You're safe and not dying... Idiot! Don't cry in front of him!

The drive to the airport was sullen, with Feliciano trying his best to lighten the mood.

Ve~ I wonder if he'll enjoy his stay here... I hope he does! We can finally spend time together now, ve~ His thoughts strayed from his brother's apparent negativity towards their incoming housemate. I wonder if he likes sweets... I could make him tiramisú* later~

Iceland Air is an airline that travels from Reykjavik, Iceland to a select few cities in Italy.

Capelli d'angelo is a type of Italian pasta.

Tiramisú is an Italian dessert.

#APH #aph veneziano #hetalia axis powers #hetalia #fanfiction #broken: VenIce #iceland x veneziano #nordic five

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spamanosecretsanta · 7 years

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Spamono secret Santa for yami

This is my gift to @xherzasx / yami I hope you like it

from @pancakes1173

December 15, ah what a time to be alive, the streets are packed and stores are hell to get through, what with all the Christmas and holiday shoppers, yes a time indeed. Lovino was currently getting ready to leave the police department, where he worked, after all he had a hot date tonight, he knew with all the traffic he would have to leave early. Unfortunately fate had other plans “lovi where are you going?” Roma, his grandfather/police chief asked “I have a date tonight so if you would excuse me” “you have a date! With who, why didn’t you tell me. You guys grown up so fast!” He cooed as he tried to engulf the Italian in a hug, which Lovino couldn’t avoid this time “I’m 23 nono, the tomatoe bastards names Antonio, he just got out of the hospital so we’re going to celebrate” he said as the corners of his mouth began to twitch upwards a bit, barely noticeable to most but Roma knew his grandson was happy. “Hospital? What happened?” “Well it’s a long story” lovino said as he finally managed to wiggle his way out of his Nono’s embrace “how did you two meet?” The old Roman asked as he pulled out a chair “well I stil have time I might as well tell you

*flashback~~~

December 10, It was a normal night in the city, dark and cold but at the same time filled to the brim with life and city light. Antonio ended up being called in late to the office that night, something he hated doing because it meant more time away from his actual writing. Typically for nights like this he would just make his publisher wait until the morning but apparently it was an “emergency”, ‘yah because a misspelling couldn’t have waited till tomorrow’ he thought to him self, he ended up typing a page in Spanish rather than English by accident.

“Ahh, please don’t hurt me” he heard someone scream. He rushed over to the ally were it was coming from and saw a woman holding her child behind her as a man demanded her money at knife point. Antonio didn’t even waste a second and jumped into action, knocking the knife out of the guys hand.

“run! Go to the police!” He told the woman, she ran off still sobbing, mumbling 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 you’s through the sobs and holding her balling child close. While tony was doing this he didn’t see the guy get back up, he didn’t see him grab the knife that was carelessly tossed to the side but most importantly… he didn’t see the knife coming straight for him, until it was too late.

He looked down at the knife now adorning his abdomen and could only watch as a fresh red substance oozed out of the wound. He stumbled back and hit the wall causing him to winced as he slid to the ground. He could feel himself getting light headed and starting to see spots as blood gushed out of the wound. ‘So this is how I die huh?’ He thought to himself grimly. It had probably been about five minutes now he was starting to lose conciseness, the attacker had fled the seen long ago.

Suddenly he heard shouting“your sure it was this way Miss” a mans voice questioned “y-yes I’m sure”

he heard the foot steps getting closer and closer then a gasp. Every thing was going dark now but in his last few moments of conciseness, he could have sworn he saw an angel above him, hazel green eyes, beautiful brown hair and the most adorable, angelic features he’d ever seen on a face, and that was it, the world turned black

Antonio pov

I woke up in a hospital bed IVs stuck in my arms monitoring my heart and stuff. I then feel a sharp pain as I try to shift a bit, “ow” I yelped as I looked down to my abdomen…. wait didn’t I get stabbed, I thought with a slight frown. I heard the door open and the sound of papers shuffling around

“oh! Mr. Carriedo your awake” the person I assumed to be the doctor said with an Italian accent “what happened” I say, still a bit groggy on the whole event

“you were stabbed in the abdomen while trying to stop a mugging, the lady you saved came back with an officer, who luckily, had first response training and was able to save you. You came pretty close to deaths door though, you lost about 2 pints of blood but the knife didn’t go in deep enough to do to any damage to any vital organs” he said with a small laugh, trying to lighten the mood a bit

“dios mío, I thought I was dead for sure, I could have sworn I saw an angle” I say as the doctor walk over to me and fiddled with the machines off to my side “did they catch the criminal?” I inquired as I looked over to him

“oh yes Lovino, took the guy down after he tried another mugging, he’s in jail now” he said as he turned to fully face me

“lovino?” I look at him curiously “oh yeah, sorry, he’s my brother and the officer that saved you” he said as he wrote something down on his clipboard. Lovino, huh? The name of the angel that saved me “um I wouldn’t suppose you would mind introducing me to him so I can thank him would you?” I asked with a slight plea in my voice

“huh, oh sure, I’m sure fratello wouldn’t mind, by the way my names Feliciano Vargas if you need me just ask one if the nurse’s” He chirped as he walked over to the door “he gets off around 5 so I’ll ask if he’ll come see you then” and with that the small copper haired Italian was gone, I looked to the clock ‘3pm huh? Must have been out for a day or two then.

Lovino pov (Warning lots of cursing, this is Lovino) It’s been two days, two fucking days and I still can’t get that beautiful bastard out of my mind. Maybe I should go visit him today see how he’s doing. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and looked at the time

“damn, only 3, I still have to deal with these assholes for another 2 hours” I mumbled to my self, I then heard a loud obnoxious sound I had come to know as Alfred “hey Lovino, bro would ya mind taking over my patrol shift, I got this date with a super hot chick” the hamburger bastard shrieked as he burst through my office door

“why the hell would I do that!” I yelled back folding my arms over my chest “come on man, help a dude out, you still have another two hours till ya get of” he pleaded like the worm he is.

“ugh, fine, but only because it beats doing paperwork, also your taking my shift next time” I said as I got out of my seat. About an hour later I get a call over the radio “calling all nearby dispatcher, we have an agressive, possibly armed man, at Madison hospital on 12th street” wait that’s where Feliciano works!

“Oh shit!” I said as I put the pedal to the metal and speed down the street to the hospital, which was luckily only a block away. I burst through the hospital doors, I see Feliciano scurrying down the hall way “fratello!!!” He screeched as he ran towards me, engulfing me in an unwanted hug

“let go feli! Where’s the guy?” I said as I pushed my fratelino of off me “he’s up on the 3rd floor by the recovery rooms” he cried as he pointed in the direction of the elevator. I rush to it and hit the 3rd floor button, after the door opened I pulled my taser out of its holster, just in case, and head down the hallway. I hear muffled shouting and come to the conclusion that it was coming from a few rooms down and decided to check it out. I peak through the small glass window to the room and a man, around 5’9 mid 40s, Black hair, receding hairline and holding a pistol that looked to be 40 caliber, yep matches the description.

Seamed like he was trying to hold the rooms patient hostage but was kinda failing. Anyways, he started get more agressive with said patient, at this point I had burst through the door and tackled the guy to the ground “police. You are under arrest for assault and battery, breaking and entering, trespassing and possession of an illegal firearm, you have the right to remain silent, anything you say or do can and will be held against you in a court of law” I yelled as I cuffed his hands behind his back

“hey potato bastard I’m going to need you to come pick up this bastard” I said into my radio intercom thing “ok I’m on my vay” the potatoes German accent spoke through the radio.

A few minutes later the potato bastard hauled the guys ass off to jail, I was out in the first floor hall talking with Feliciano “hey did that guy hurt any patients up there?” Oh shit I forgot to check on that guy. I run over to the elevator but to my luck it was in the 8th fucking floor and wasn’t coming down fast enough, I run over the the stairwell and begin the decent up to the third floor. Man I need to do more cardio’ I though as I finally reached the 3rd floor, a bit breathless, and ran over to the room. I burst through the door again, panting a bit this time and there he was… the bastard who’s been occupying my thoughts for the past 2 fucking days.

Antonio pov

It’s him, the angel that saved me, twice now! I stared at him for a good minute until he broke our silence with an angelic voice “Hey are you ok!?” He said having just recovered his breath, I could only nod, I was all to star struck to do anything else

“are you sure you look a bit off” he questioned as he raised an eyebrow, again I just nod “are you mute or something?” He asked as he leaned on the doorway “oh, um no.. it’s just, your…”

“I’m what” he stepped away from the door and walked towards me, and let me just say dios mio the way those hips swing when he walks! I could die happy right now! “Your the gorgeous angle that saved me. Twice now actually!” when I said this he turned 20 shades of red within .05 seconds

“w-want are you talking about bastardo” he mumbled as he attempted to cover the blush spread across his cheeks “your the officer that saved me a few nights ago, I wanted to say thank you for then and just now” I said with a bright smile

“oh yeah, what’s your name?” He asked as he recovered from his flaming cheeks “oh it Antonio, lovi”

“wait how do you know my name?” He exclaimed suspiciously as he stared st me doubtfully “oh well, the doctor told me your name, I think his name was Feliciano” he face palmed and groaned

“of course” he mumbled as he sat down on the cushioned chair next to the bed “so Antonio, mind if I ask you what the hell you were doing out so late at night, the other night” he beseeched as he crossed a leg over the other and rested his elbow, supporting his head, on

“oh well I’m a writer and I might have accidentally typed an entire page in Spanish by mistake, so my éditer called me in, i was just leaving when I heard that woman scream and I just couldn’t leave a nice séniorita like her in trouble like that, to be robbed in an alley like that!” I professed as i emphasized my word with vivid hand gestures

“oh I see, so your a writer what do you write” he said, seemingly intrigued by the topic “well I write stories of passion, of love and life, stories like that”

“So you’re a romance novelist?” He asked “si!” We talked for about a hour after that about our jobs and interests, until the nurse came by and said that visiting hours where over. “Hey, um lovino do you think you could come visit me again tomorrow?” I requested, “sure, it beats doing paper work for that old man” he said nonchalantly as he walked through the door “addio pomodore bastardo (goodbye tomato bastard)” he said from down the hallway.

I sigh and relax into the bed “adiós lovino” I whisper to myself softly. The next day he came around 3ish, we must have talked for hour because once again, the nurse came by to say visiting hours where over.

“Hey lovino, before you leave could I ask you something?” I asked as he stood from his chair to leave, “aren’t you already. Make it quick, the nurse will get pissed if I’m not out of here in the next five minutes” he said as he pointed his thumb out the door

“yeah, sure. But lovino do you think maybe you would want to …um go get some dinner or something when I get released tomorrow afternoon” I asked somewhat shyly, I’m a romance novelist, dios mio you would think I would be better at this. He blushed softly but soon recovered

“I’ll meet you at Marcos restaurant on 5th street, 5 o’clock,” he countered with a smirk, as he walked towards the door, he turned “don’t be late” he added with a wink as he sashayed out the room.

End flashback~~~

And that brings us to now 4 o’clock, December 15 “oh shit” lovino said as he caught sight of the time “what?!” Roma asked worriedly “the dinners at five, it’ll take fucking 15 minuets to get home another 15 to get ready and 45 to get to the restaurant, I’ve got to run!” He responded as he ran out of the room and down the stairs to the first floor, he ran the whole way home which cut off about 5 minuets.

He ran to unlock his apartment door but ended up dropping the keys “fuck” he yelled. Feliciano, who was inside the apartment opened the door at the sound of his brother “fratello what are you doing” he asked “Feli, oh 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 god, no time to explain I have a date I need to be at in 48 minuets and I have 2 to get ready” he said as he pushed past his younger brother.

The green eyed Italian raced to his room and pulled out a nice purple button up shirt and black jeans, he through on the ensemble and scurried to the bathroom to comb his hair and put on a spray of cologne. Just like he came he went like the flash and raced to his motorcycles and speed down the road ‘40 minuets to go’ he thought as he neared a red light, of it wasn’t for all the traffic he could have been there in like 20 minuets but traffic is crazy around that time.

Finally he reached the restaurant, actually he was 2 minuets early. As he walked in he noticed that the restaurant was quite lively, except for a part in the back that was usually open but looked to be sectioned off. “Bonjour lovino, right this way,” Francis, the head chef and manager of the restaurant, said as he walked towards the sectioned off area

“what’s going on wine bastard, aren’t you supposed to be in the kitchen doing your job?”

“This is my job, well part of it,” he retorted he opened the sliding door to the room and motioned for him to go in. The room was dark except for the candle light that illuminated it, there was a table with two place settings and standing next to it was “Antonio? What all this” he asked as Antonio motioned for him to sit down across from him

“well mi amore, it’s our first date, so I figured I might as well make it the best you’ve ever had!” He mused as lovino blushed profusely, “also, you said last time that you like pasta so I went a head and ordered some pollo Alfredo pasta, for us” he said with a soft smile

“I can see how your a romance novelist now” he mumbled under his breath. After that the date went quite well they ended up staying till the restaurant closed for the night. The two love birds where walking back to Antonio’s place since it was closer and they may have had a few drinks so lovino didn’t want to drive home, just in case.

“Well this is it” Antonio said as they reached a moderately large, Spanish style, 2 story house “this is where you live?!” Lovino exclaimed while scanning the house “yep, I make some pretty good money off my books” Antonio boasted joyfully, the inside was more modest than the out side and had a few comfy looking sofas and chairs.

They decided to snuggle up on the couch and watch a movie, both of them falling asleep about half way through, both snuggled close together under a warm blanket on one of the overstuffed sofas. Little did they know many more nights would be spent like this, and many more joyous memories would be made in the future both near and far.

Bonus \(^^)/

Antonio had always been a early riser, always up when the sun was, this morning how ever he woke to a surprise laying in his arms. Lovino was laying on Antonio’s chest, on the couch, snuggled under a blanket, just as they were when they fell asleep. ‘Aaawww he looks like an ángulo (angle)’ he thought as he looked down at the smaller Italian in his arms, who began to stir, “Tom.. ato… bastard” he said softly in his sleep Antonio had to hold in a small laugh. He looked over at the clock on the side table next to them; 5:30 it read. He snuggled up against lovino again and decided to sleep in a little bit with him… they didn’t actually wake up till noon due to a Mary go round of on waking up and decided to let the other sleep a bit longer or wanting more time in the others arms.

THE END

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everettv · 7 years

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Day 4: Historical (Also known as part 3 to Welcome to America)

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Lovino has spent the last several days avoiding Antonio to the best of his abilities. This can’t happen. He can’t be in love with the beautiful man with chocolate brown hair who can make Lovino melt with just one look. He can’t possibly be in love with those messy curls and those rough hands. Lovino is now blushing as he throws the corn a little too hard into the basket, tipping it over.

Lovino panics when another set of hands appears in his line of sight to help pick them up. “Hey, Lovi! I have not seen you in a days.” Antonio looks up at him, smiling brightly. He rights the basket and piles the corn into it. “Lovi, the other night. You know you were not dreaming. I know you are frightened.” Antonio struggles with finding the words he needs to express what he needs to say to Lovino.

By the time he looks up again, Lovino has disappeared through the rows of corn. He sighs heavily, feeling tears well into his eyes. He knows that Lovino is scared, terrified even, about what could happen if they are found out, but he sees no reason why that should stop them, especially with the plan he was going to present to Lovino before he ran off. Antonio finishes filling the basket, then harvests until dinner.

He’s surprised to not see Lovino there, and turns to his brother with a surprised look on his face. Feliciano’s eyes are puffy as they stare back at Antonio. He then looks away again, tears pouring off his cheeks and down to his hands. “What… Is wrong?” He asks, looking at Ludwig and Gilbert. “Lovino?” He asks softly, wondering if one of them has an answer. Ludwig gives him a tight smile.

“He asked to be transferred to the other residency to work at our mine.” Gilbert tells him, interrupting Ludwig before he can even start. “I’m sorry, Tonio. He said you two fought and everytime he gets near you, he’s afraid you’ll fight again. He said he wanted to preserve the peace.” Gilbert gives him a small smile, moving over to Antonio. “Don’t worry, it’s the autumn residency. We’ll be moving there in the late fall. You can talk to him then. Distance is the best part of any relationship, once it gets choked up.”

Gilbert walks away after saying that. Ludwig and Feliciano stare curiously, only the sniffles from Feliciano breaking the silence. Antonio smiles awkwardly at them, then looks down at his food, shovelling it down before running off. He’s upset. He’s tired. He’s worried, to say the least. Of all the dangerous places he could go, of course he’d run off to the mine. Antonio knows the blacksmithery wasn’t exactly an option anymore, it is closing as soon as possible. No one cares for swords anymore.

The days pass slowly, agonizingly slow, in Antonio’s opinion. He hates the days apart from the beautiful man he loves. The man of his dreams. He misses the flare in Lovino’s eyes when the hay bales break apart, and the dirt across his cheeks after a busy day harvesting. He misses, most of all, the way it felt when he finally got to kiss him. Antonio’s heart swells and his lips tingle at the thought of their lips pressed together.

Who cares this quickly? Who would fall so in love so easily? Was it really that quickly? They spend every waking hour together, well spent, and it was several months. Is that too soon. Antonio pauses, holding his hand to his chest. Did he scare Lovin away moving too quickly? He doesn’t think he will know. Not until autumn. Perhaps Gilbert was right, and the distance will do them good?

The weeks drag on even slower. The day they leave is loud, it always is. Antonio is looking forward to it. He is going to see Lovino again, for the first time in a couple months. As soon as he sees the Italian, he’s gonna pull him into a private room and kiss him, he decides, that’s exactly what he wants to do.

His leg bounces as the autumn leaves flash by the window of the car. Feliciano and himself got to ride separately due to being friends with Gilbert and Ludwig. When they arrive, Gilbert sends him to set up his room and Antonio’s room, claiming he should wait some extra time. As he tries to rush out of the workers building, he nearly slams into the albino, who looks at him with sad eyes.

“Tonio. Tonio, there’s something you should know. I… I really shouldn’t have kept this away from you. Really, I shouldn’t have. I know you’re excited to see him, but you have to be careful. You can’t rush him, you can’t… He doesn’t know… who you are. A couple weeks ago, we got a letter.” Gilbert starts. “There was an incident in the mine, a cave in. He was hit in the head and had to undergo a medical procedure, and since then, he hasn’t remembered a thing.”

Antonio’s heart nearly stops in his chest. His… His… Lovino doesn’t know who he is? He drags a hand through his hair, and he just stares at his friend. “Why did you not tell me?” He snaps, glaring at Gilbert. “You do know how I feel, do you not?” He pushes past Gilbert. He has to see for himself.

Laying his eyes on Lovino was like losing his heart. The usually grumpy, frowning, angry Lovino is laughing, eyes glittering as he talks to Feliciano, smiling brightly. He has a bandage wrapped around his head, but nothing else gives way to his condition. Antonio stares at him, shock written over his features, but then it finally sinks in. This is no longer his Lovino. He steps back, tears pouring down his cheeks.

The sky can’t even give him the courtesy of crying with him. The sunbeams almost feel like they are pushing down on him, the heat he used to love so much practically unbearable.

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Svetlana had a lot of visits, during the first weeks of class. When students got too curious, accidents were fast to happen. Not that she complained. She liked her job with all her heart. Fortunately, the first days were supposed to be slow. It wasn’t cold enough for kids to be ill, and the older ones weren’t too careless with their capacities. As for the new ones, they were still finding them out and were mostly warry of them.

That’s why she was waiting calmly in her office, a good old-fashioned magazine on her laps and a bit of Tchaïkovski in the background. It was a peaceful morning. It was almost time for recess and, if she was lucky, her three adorable kids would come by, say hi and tell her about their first class of the year. History, if she remembered correctly. With that new teacher who looked, truth be told, quite charming…

Three knocks at the nursery door pulled her out of her thoughts. Oh? There couldn’t already be an injury after less than two hours of class, right? Ah, maybe one of the last years had sprained their ankle during PE, that was plausible. Intrigued, she set her magazine down, stood up and opened the door. She wasn’t expecting what she saw.

“Uh? Are you bringing me a corpse?” A line of students came in, carrying Antonio’s still body. He was a fourth year student if she remembered correctly. Luna was guiding them, holding up the poor boy’s head. Behind them, two students were helping around a small brunet uttering a stream of insults that grew more vulgar by the second. His right arm was covered in bruises. “Oh my… Luna, I know your methods are efficient but don’t you think this is getting a little bit out of hand?”

Luna gave her an uneasy sorry smile. Svetlana sighed but her nurse instinct quickly took over. She guided the troops so that they’d carefully set down their burden on one of the nursery’s beds. Feliciano and Kiku let go of Lovino on another one, next to the first. Then, the middle-aged blond woman shooed the entire class out with big waves of her arms, asking for space so she could work correctly. Only Luna was allowed to stay, and that was because she was a co-principle.

Svetlana took a stool and went to sit between the two boys. Lovino had lied down and wasn’t talking anymore but anyone could have noticed the way he kept glancing concerned looks at the Spanish boy. The nurse slightly peeled off Antonio’s shirt and carefully placed her hand on his stomach. Her eyes immediately widened with astonishment. “Two broken ribs and internal bleeding! Do you think I’m a magician?! I give diagnosis, I don’t make miracles! And Raivis is still in class… Havens, did you use this boy as a trampoline?!”

“That’s not at all what fucking happened!” Lovino exclaimed from the next bed.

Svetlana pouted and slapped him a little. Not very hard, just what was needed as a warning. “Watch your language, duckling,” she reproached.

Lovino blushed up to the roots of his hair but just grumbled about all those “fucking people that kept giving him stupid nicknames”. Svetlana sighed, took her hand away from Antonio’s stomach and raised his legs with a couple pillows. Then she started opening her patient’s shirt, without taking it completely off so that he wouldn’t move any more. She set the fabric apart, exposing the Spanish boy’s torso. Around the first ribs, there was a large purplish black zone, excessively swollen. Lovino’s eyes grew larger with horror and tried to look away, which caught the nurse’s attention.

“Nice work, huh?” she mocked. “Was that your fault?”

“What? No, it wasn’t my fucking fault!” the Italian yelled. “H-he’s the one who’s just so dumb he fucked up, damn i…”

He was interrupted with a slap. “I told you to mind your language, you wolf cub,” she scolded softly.

Vexed, Lovino tried to turn around and let out a pained yelp: he had forgotten about his own bruises. Svetlana raised an eyebrow and turned to him to examine the injuries. She let go with a relieved sigh: there was nothing too urgent. She started petting the rest of the Spanish boy’s body, making sure there was nothing else.

“You should have come and get me, it’s dangerous to move someone in that state! The bone could have moved and make even more damage and… Goodness, we really need to do something about the internal bleeding…”

“I’ve sent someone to get Raivis, he shouldn’t be long,” Luna assured as she read a magazine on her chair.

She had barely finished her sentence when the door bounced against the wall and a young blond boy rushed in, panicked, breathless and shaking like strawberry jellow. Peter was following behind. “I-I came as fast I possible!” he stuttered with a voice as frail and shaking as him. “P-Peter told me it was urgent! Who’s h-hurt? I-is it bad? Should I…”

“Stop! Raivis, calm down!” Svetlana ordered firmly. Raivis shut up immediately. “Good little sparrow…” she started again in a softer voice. “Antonio has internal damage that we imperatively need to stop. We’ll see the ribs next, if you can manage.”

The young boy nodded and came to sit next to the nurse. His gaze suddenly changed as soon as he saw Antonio’s purplish chest. From worried and hesitant, he seemed to gain confidence and carefully placed his hands were the bone was broken.

He stayed there, unmoving, for several minutes, focused on his task. Svetlana was monitoring what he was doing and guided him from time to time, whispering advice into his ear. Peter and Lovino couldn’t look away. It was fascinating. As for Luna, she… was doing crosswords. She seemed to trust the Lett.

Slowly, under the student’s captivated eyes, the swelling was reduced and paled until it was completely gone. Raivis blinked, took his hands back as well as a deep breath and slumped back into his chair. He looked like he had just ran a marathon but a relieved smile had settled on his lips. Svetlana checked his work with an expert hand. Her fingered barely touched the Spanish boy’s skin before a glad expression settled on her face. He immediately threw herself at the little Lett to strangle him… Ah, no, sorry, she was just hugging him.

“Good job, my little sparrow! You usually do quite well but that was perfect! I’m so glad I have such a good assistant!”

Lovino smiled mockingly at the poor boy whose lips were turning blue from the lack of air. Svetlana really seemed to love him. Raivis was only saved by the recess bell that reminded everyone time was still turning.

“Good job!” she said again as she let go of him. “You can go and rest now…”

“Ehi, aspetta!” Lovino cried out. “What about me?”

Svetlana turned to him with a large scary smile. “Raivis cannot heal continuously, he needs some time to rest,” she explained. “So you’ll stay here! You don’t have any more classes anyway for now, isn’t that right, Luna?”

The Lett send a poor smile at the Italian who started angrily cursing again before the blond woman started scolding him about his language again. He opened the nursery’s door to get out… cried out with terror, shut it closed again and rushed to hide under one of the beds. Svetlana didn’t payed the slightest bit of attention, but it did make Lovino shut up as he wondered what kind of scary monster could be behind that door.

Then the door opened again and Ivan came in with both his sisters.

Svetlana immediately stopped scolding Lovino so she could go hug her “baby bear”, her “little stork” and her “sweet dove”. Lovino briefly wondered why she kept giving nicknames to everyone but chose to give up when he realized the nurse was the mother of the Russian and his sisters.

“Skazi mne, mama?” Ivan said when he noticed the occupied beds. “What happened?”

“Nothing, just an accident during Luna’s lesson. Raivis just took care of it.”

“Oh, but where is he?”

At this point, Raivis had almost reached the door, crawling under the beds. Katyusha noticed him as he discreetly tried to reach the door handle. He made sure nobody was watching and quickly opened the panel so he could escape. Raivis gave her a thankful smile before running away as fast as he could.

Ivan looked for him for a few moments more before declaring he still had to congratulate him and left as well, followed by his two sisters.

When Antonio opened his eyes and felt the terrible headache starting to drill into his temples, his first reaction was to check if he still had his pants on. Because if we woke up with such a migraine, it had to mean he had drunk himself to sleep with the rest of the trio last night. And although he loved his friends, he knew from experience that when one of them was drunk, you had better watch your butt, both literally and figuratively.

When he was certain he was still a virgin, he could finally notice he was in a bed, at the nursery, and Lovino was watching him mockingly from the next bed. He was smirking, which was rather a bad omen, knowing that the only time the Spanish had seen him smile was when he smashed his own foot with a bowling ball two days ago. So he must have been in a very bad state. Antonio proceeded to check his body again, making sure everything was relatively normal and, apart from his headache, everything seemed in order. “What is it, Lovi?”

“Nothing. You looked like you’d lost something so I was wondering what it was, and then I realized you were still looking for your own brain, dumbass.”

“No, I was checking I still had my… Whatever. Why am I here?”

“Because you’re a fucking idiot and that’s still incurable.”

Antonio was going to ask for clarifications but when he opened his mouth he suddenly remembered everything that had happened. So he stayed still with his mouth open as his brain tried to take in the situation correctly, which make made him surprisingly alike to a fish agonizing on a rock under a scorching sun. A brown fish with very sexy green eyes, but still a fish. “Dios mio, Lovi! Are you hurt? Are you okay? Are you…”

“Shut up, bastard. Yes, I’m hurt, you shithead!” the Italian boy grumbled, pointing at his right arm and leg, covered in ice packs. “And because of you, we could have both gone down, idiot!”

Antonio blinked with a surprised look. “Because of me?”

“Are you being this dumb on purpose? First, you had to fucking scare me, which got me in deep shit in the first place, but then you were dumb enough to ran under me and break yourself two ribs! So yeah, damn it, it is your fault! What would I have looked like if you were dead, huh? You really are just a fucking bastar…” Lovino stopped. Antonio had placed a hand on his mouth and another one on his stomach, and was shaking like he was having an attack. The Italian boy thought he was about to throw up and was about to call for help from Svetlana, who was doing god-knows-what in the corridor, when he realized the Spanish was just laughing to death. “Mind sharing what’s so fucking funny, bastardo?!” he snapped.

Antonio needed a moment to answer, desperately catching his breath. But each time he would look at Lovino, he would start laughing again, which made the Italia really confused and really pissed off.

“Are you going to tell me what wrong with you, cazzo?”

“Hahahaha… Ho… S-sorry… Lovi…” he managed to say between two fits of laughter. He needed a few more minutes to calm down, and when that was over he explained : “I’m just so happy you are okay.”

Well, actually, that wasn’t the real reason but he wasn’t that keen on telling Lovino what he’d really think about! He had noticed that Lovino, as a perfect Italian, talked with his hands a lot. Except, because of his injuries, Lovi could now only move one arm when he wanted to tell something, which was extremely comical. What was worse was that he was moving twice as much when he was mad. And the icing on the cake: the Spanish had dared to wonder what would have happen if both his arms couldn’t move. Would he stop talking altogether? Or would he talk with his feet? To sum it up, it was difficult to stay serious when thinking about this!

Besides, he wasn’t lying when he said he was happy he was okay. He would have been really upset, had the younger boy been more hurt, not to mention he was the one to start everything with his prank. Well, he couldn’t know Lovino could make over fifteen feet jumps. But that wasn’t an excuse. At least, is explanation seemed to pass, which was good! Besides, now Lovino had gone quiet and kept blushing like a cute tomato. He cursed a lot but he was still so adorable, always being so shy!

There was a moment of silence before Antonio decided to spark the conversation again. “Did Bella come by while I was sleeping?”

Lovino send him a dirty look that you could easily translat with “Why are you talking about this now, bastard?” and answered with a blank tone: “She was there for like three seconds at recess, and then the nurse threw her out so that you’d rest because you looked like you went under a bus. She said something with “regeneration” in it, but that’s all I understood. Your girlfriend is a tough one though, she tried to get in through the window. I think she wanted to give you something.”

“Aw, that’s my Bella! So nice!” Antonio giggled, blushing with joy.

Lovino sent him a long glare that said a lot about what he thought about his love life. Then he looked away, bored. “Yeah, I guess she looks pretty good…” he commented half-heartedly.

“Doesn’t she?!”

“You two look so lovey-dovey together.” A slight smile peeked out from his lips as traces of amusement seemed to overgrow the annoyance. “Every time you guys are together you are so sweet it gives me fucking cavities!”

Antonio’s laughter grew a little less cheerful. “Right, we like to act like an adorable little couple…” You could almost hear the “but” at the end of his sentence. Which teased Lovino’s curiosity as he turned to him, waiting for him to continue. “Let’s just say it’s complicated!” Antonio eventually said with one of those dumb smiles that made Lovino want to stick his fist into his face.

The young man was lucky the younger boy couldn’t leave his bed. There was another moment of silence. “So, what time is it?” Antonio asked.

“No clue…” Lovino grumbled. “La signora Braginskaya said I could stay here until noon and I should feel better by then but there isn’t a fucking clock in this room…”

“Untill noon, huh?” Antonio repeated pensively. “Well then, I’ll keep you company!”

“No need to do this, asshole!” the little brunet immediately reacted.

“Of course there is, Lovi! I’m not going to leave you alone when I’m the reason we’re here in the first place, right?”

Lovino was red as a tomato and could find anything to say. Thankfully, an angel saved him : “Say, you little bull, do you think this is a hotel?”

The boys jumped when Svetlana raised in front of them. She didn’t look like it but she could be very sneaky. “You are awake, which means you rested enough! You are healthy so no way you are missing another lesson!”

“But…”

“T-t-t-t-t! No buts! Don’t tell me you were planning on skipping philosophy?”

“Uh…”

“Sorry, honey hen, but tricks don’t work on me! If you leave now, you’ll be there in time for the second hour. Come on, get up!”

And without listening to his protests, she threw the Spanish boy out of the nursery. Lovino wasn’t exactly sure how he should have felt when the blond woman turned to him with a huge smile.

“But since I know you might be lonely while waiting for your bruises to clear up, I found someone in the corridor that doesn’t have any lessons and who’ll keep you company for the time being!”

Lovino raised an eyebrow and Svetlana pushed the nursery door once more. The Italian’s blood freezed.

“Ciao fratello!”

“Santa merda…”

“Language, baby chick!”

The rest of the week was spent with any really noticeable event.

Romulus made a scene at Luna when he learned what had happened to his son but she managed to calm him down. The fact Raivis had managed to get rid of his bruises before he left the nursery had helped a lot.

Lessons went by like normal lessons. Well, knowing the weird character of some students and teachers, there were some… troubling moments. Fortunately, most teachers were now used to making kids obey, and the new History teacher didn’t have that much trouble being listened to. Not to mention he behaved a lot better than he had before with his female students. Thing was there weren’t that many and most had either an older sibling or a protective boyfriend. Add to this very interesting powers and you could understand messing up with those women buds was not a good idea!

He had gotten the idea when the classroom floor literally turned into an ice rink after he complimented Katyusha on her good answers and her charm. He had slipped while trying to get back to the black board and Ivan had told him, with an absolutely terrifying smile, “is everything alright, professor?” generally, a good teacher doesn’t let himself be intimidated by his students. But Romulus had decided maybe it was best not to push it…

On Wednesday, during the two hours of personal time, Luna summoned some students in the PCD room. She wanted to make sure everyone would get to the same level as fast as possible, which meant she had to make it so everyone knew what they could do. She received complaints from the three students she had forgotten in the classroom on Monday, but she didn’t really care.

So, after a number of tries, she managed to scare Feliks bad enough that the white balls he was tasked with holding in his hands took dozens of different colors. The Polish boy thought that was “like totally cool”, to be able to change things’ color, and that same evening he trained with all the furniture in his room, much to Toris’s dismay, as he now had to sleep in a bed with red wood, green sheets and yellow blanket because his roomie still didn’t control his power well enough to choose the color he wanted to make. However, nobody else found anything.

Free time hours weren’t the most intense, that week. Clubs were waiting for the subscription day to start the annual projects. So they just did little workshops without any real importance. A lot of kids, as well as the new ones, just wanted to relax. The bravests took advantage of the remains of summer heat to use the outdoor sport facilities. Others were hanging out in the playground, the corridors, or even on the roof despite the fact it was strictly forbidden. That was the place you could be certain to find Francis, Antonio and Gilbert when they weren’t where they were supposed to be. The Bad Touch Trio, as they liked to call themselves, used that place as headquarters. And everybody knew. Even the principles had given up on keeping them away from there.

That Friday afternoon, the three young men had gotten up on the roof after starting the fourth best paper ball fight the history classroom had ever known, all without the teacher knowing where all the attacks were coming from. They were still laughing about it. They had perfect synchronicity, they all knew from instinct when to start and when to stop so that the teacher didn’t find them out.

“Did you see Vargas’s face when the bell rang?” Gilbert snickered as he dropped himself in his usual spot, in the shade of the staircase.

“He looked like he was about to strangle the whole class!” Francis laughed as well, gently brushing his fair locks with his fingers.

“Another éxito for the Bad Touch Trio!” Antonio sang as he grabbed the guitar hidden behind the electricity room.

He tried the strings and started to improvise a melody his two friends followed, clapping their hands and stomping their feet in a cheerful cacophony. They all invented lyrics in their own language, to the point it was impossible to figure out what one was saying out of all the powerful musical mess.

"Vargas, Vargas, t'es tombé sur la mauvaise classe~"

"Somos jóvenes y muy orgullosos, muy orgullosos!"

"Das Bad Touch Trio gewinnt! Denn wir sind genial!"

When none of them knew what to scream along anymore, Antonio finished with a solo that would have done wonders in a rock show and yelled “GRACIAS GENTE!” as France whistled and Gilbert pretended to be the delirious crowd. Then they threw a fit of laughter and couldn’t say anything for several minutes.

“We should try writing those songs down, sometime,” Gilbert finally commented when he managed to at least look a bit calmer.

“You’re the one in the music club, you can just take blank music sheets.”

“Real funny, you think Princess-Roddy would let me?”

The albino got up, circled his eyes with his fingers like he had glasses and took an offended face. Then he declared in a high-pitched voice in which you could make out a slight lisp: “The music room equipment is reserved for lessons and music club practice only! It is out of the question you will use it for personal projects such as a mere rock band! And I will ask you to cease your affectations, you poor fool!”

Francis and Antonio fell over from laughing at the perfect impersonation. Gilbert couldn’t hold it either and laughed with them.

“We could also buy some,” Antonio offered.

“Yeah, but that’s no fun.”

“Ah, fine then.”

Slowly, everyone started doing whatever then felt like. Antonio was taking care of his guitar, Gilbert was playing a game on his phone, and Francis was taking in the view, humming. It often happened that they were together without a real discussion. They just liked the company of the other two, but didn’t need them to put their noses were they didn’t belong.

“By the way, Cici, weren’t you supposed to be at the cooking club, right now?” Antonio said.

“Well weren’t you supposed to be at the sport club?”

The two principles, the Chrones sisters, gave almost as much importance to distractions as the did to studies. That was why every Saturday held a special event. It could be a party, a competition or a show the students put up.

This Saturday, though, was the club subscription day. The time to recruit new members and to show off how cool your club was compared to others. So of course there was a lot of work before the big day.

“Oh, you know, I don’t really feel like getting yelled at by Eliza. She wants a game tomorrow, fine, I’ll do it. But if I’m just here to put the stuff away, then I’ll pass, amigo.”

“That’s not very galant, Nini. A lady deserves…” Francis stopped. Gilbert was laughing at him.

“Sorry Don Juan, but Eliza isn’t what I call a lady.”

The blond boy didn’t know what to answer and gave up.

After several minutes of silence, gilbert paused his game. He looked thoughtful.

“Hey, guys, is there some sort of illness that makes you trip all the time?”

“Why are you asking that now?” Antonio said, absent-mindedly.

“I don’t know. Just been falling over nothing for several weeks. Well, it happened sometimes before, but not that much. So?”

“What do you want me to say, Gigi? You can’t move your feet right, that’s all!” France said with a fake dramatic sigh.

Gilbert laughed and furtively left the shade to give a friendly punch to the French boy mocking him. “No but really,” he pushed, putting his albino skin away from the deadly laser again. “Getting worried, guys.”

“Relax, amigo. You’re not sick, otherwise someone would have already told you. Remember where we are.”

“Yeah but… Oh well, I’m so awesome I can’t get sick anyway!”

“That’s the spirit!” Francis joked. “Besides, maybe you’re just being spied on by the invisible man!”

A noise caught their attention nearby. Close to the staircase door, a white teddy bear had just fallen on the ground and was vaguely protesting. The three young men stared at it for a few seconds, dumbfounded. Then it suddenly disappeared and quick footsteps could be heard tumbling down the stairs.

The silence was such that you could hear the jocks yelling from the football field, a good half mile from there. The trio shared a look. “Or you got a stalker,” Antonio finished.

#my work #fanfiction #hetalia #crazy school #spamano #bad touch trio

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blogmaria333ph · 6 years

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Magical Accident 2

Scotland had planned to get on his baby brother's nerves (as always) until he heard the shout. England never called him by that name anymore, unless it was an emergency. The red haired man went down to the basement as swiftly as he could, only to be met by a rather... intriguing scene...

His baby brother was staring at... his baby brother?

How the bloody hell was that even possible?!

Scotland's cold green eyes fell on a fairy, hovering close to England and muttering apologies, of all things! He sighed, walking into the room. "What the heck happened?" He asked as he reached his brother. England just looked at him, eyes filled with worry and concern.

"Tia accidentally dropped a flower into the cauldron... I've no idea which flower it was..." England explained in a hushed voice. His younger self had tensed and tried to shrink on himself once Scotland entered the room and he had no clue how to handle that reaction...

"Tia?"

"It was a white chrysanthemum..."

Scotland took the spell book in England's hands and read through the spell his brother used. "Well, it says here that we are going to have to help those who are looking for hope and closure..." Scotland looked at the child with ill-hidden worry. "Basically, I think, younger alternate versions of certain countries. Such as yourself."

England gave a soft groan as he heard that. How the bloody hell do we help them? "He and I both feel pain if we are more than twenty meters away from each other... I tested while waiting for you!" He huffed as Scotland raised a brow at his words.

"Tell me where we are." Veneziano just blinked twice at this version of himself. He sighed, hands running over the brown hair of his other self. "We're in Lisbon. There's a business meeting between me and Portugal." He said, hazel eyes watching the young boy's reaction.

The preteen had a troubled look on his face before asking a rather important question. "Do you all use country names?" "Yes." "Call me Feliciano or Feli, then."

Veneziano gave Feli a small smile.

"What do you plan to do?"

"I have to pick everyone up."

"Since we can't stay too far apart, how about I take you to where the others are?"

Feli gave a thoughtful look, before answering, "Paris is the closest from here, so let's go there first." "Ok~"

France, Spain and Prussia were having one of their weekly hangouts when the strangest thing occurred. Prussia watched his younger self try to look strong. The tussled white hair and glaring red eyes, full of suspicion, were enough indications that something was wrong.

France believed so, too, as the blond child tried to hide behind the albino, blue eyes glistening with tears. Spain combed a hand through his brown hair, green eyes watching the two children with worry.

Thirty Minutes Later

France had received a text from England a few minutes ago, informing him of the situation and the distance problem. No doubt he sent every country and micronation a text message, just to be safe.

France had explained the situation to the preteens, who were still huddled in the corner. They did not like the adults coming too close, so they stayed as far away as manageable.

"Big brother France!" Veneziano's voice reached his ear before the sound of knocking. "Yes, I'm coming!" He called back as he walked towards the door. He was met with his sweet little Veneziano and a troubled looking young boy.

The boy went inside after giving France a look. "Francis?" The child called out. Not even a minute later, he was hugged by the younger versions of France and Prussia.

"Feli...? Where are we?" The blond child asked, shoulders shaking just a little. "We're in Paris, right now. Why isn't Gilbert in Königsberg?" "Well, my older self is here, so maybe that's why?" The albino suggested.

Feli checked them both for any injuries before letting them know how to address the other versions of themselves.

"Is it just me, or are they speaking in Italian...?" Spain's answer caused Veneziano to have a thoughtful look. Feli walked up to them at that moment, eyes watching them warily. "We should go to Bern next." He said, eyes never leaving them.

"Should I call Roma?" Spain asked, reaching for his phone. Feli tensed at the name. "You don't have to call him." He spoke the last word with so much venom, it worried the adults.

"Did you have a fight with Romano?" Veneziano asked, curious as to why his younger self didn't want his brother involved. "Lovi and I can't fight. I wish we could at least do something together, but we can't..."

The way Feli spoke had them suspecting politics to be the cause. Francis put a hand on Feli's shoulder, eyes looking at Spain before he slowly rested his forehead on Feli's shoulder. France just watched with anxiety, wondering why their alternate selves seemed so open yet closed off at the same time...

Switzerland groaned as the preteen version of himself kept trying to avoid his sister. The boy's blond hair was tussled, which could mean a lot of things, really. It was his dim green eyes that gave away what most likely was the underlying problem they had to solve....

Liechtenstein had moved to the front door to answer whoever was in his territory and knocking on his door. "Vash?" Switzerland almost cursed as he heard Prussia's younger self. They sounded so much alike, no surprise there.

"I'm fine!" Vash tried to sound strong but his exclamation only proved how anxious and nervous he was. "You're not hurt, are you?" Switzerland gawked, only now seeing a preteen version of Italy.

He walked to the doorway, giving the other countries a staredown. "What do you want?" He asked, voice as accusing as always. "Feli will be picking his friends up..." Veneziano spoke in a hushed tone.

"Which means...?" Switzerland was beginning to lose his patience. First, a younger version of himself appears. Then, England texts him a brief explanation of the situation. Now, all these countries were in his territory without explicit permission and Veneziano was not giving him the full story.

Seeing as the brunette was still spacing out, Prussia decided to clarify the current plan before they all got shot. "Liechtenstein will come with us." Well, there goes their hopes of not making the children any more anxious...

Feli came up to them at that point.

"Amsterdam is our next destination."

#hetalia #hetalia axis powers #alternate selves #doubles #aph north italy #aph liechtenstein #aph prussia #APH France #aph switzerland #aph spain #aph england #aph scotland #dimensional problem solving

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celosia-starfall · 5 years

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A Chance Encounter (Part 13)

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AU: Futuristic Fantasy

Pairing: Romano x Canada

Setting the pot of ratatouille on the stove to warm back up, Matthew stared at the soon bubbling stew, glancing over every now and then to watch Lovino prepare the tea that he had insisted on making for them. There were so many questions running through his mind that he wasn't sure what to make of any of them. Most of it revolved around Alfred’s visit and the threats towards Lovino’s safety. But a large part also consisted of Matthew’s newly discovered magic powers.

If he was being honest though, he was more distracted by the lingering sensations of Lovino’s fingers against his lips and the back of his head. As he stared at the stew, Matthew found his thumb reaching up and brushing against his lip as if he could recreate the feeling from earlier that morning.

No, the more that he thought about it, the more that Matthew couldn’t help feeling as though there had been something...off with Lovino’s actions just moments ago. Or perhaps he should count the entire day. At the same time though, who was Matthew to judge what might be considered “off” with Lovino? After all, it wasn’t as though they had known each other for very long, so perhaps he was simply reading too much into the fae’s actions.

“Oi, Matthew?”

“Huh?” The blonde blinked in surprise, snapping out of his slowly spiraling thoughts as he looked over at Lovino removing the pot from the stove, one of his eyebrows raised in concern.

“You were spacing out for quite a while. Are you okay?” Lovino asked, his brows furrowing together as Matthew’s face flushed. Which, to the Italian, only seemed all the more worrisome as he pressed the back of his hand to the Canadian’s forehead. He didn’t feel like he had a fever, but at the same time, Lovino couldn’t be completely sure, especially with the way that Matthew still seemed to be in a daze. “If you’re still feeling sick, then you shouldn’t be straining yourself so much. I can handle taking care of you and everything around the house until you get better.”

Matthew reached up, gently grabbing Lovino’s wrist and pulling the Italian’s hand from his forehead. “No, no. Sorry. It’s fine. I’m fine. I was just...thinking. About everything.” He stared down at Lovino’s hand as he gently ran his thumb against the man’s wrist, staying mindful of the persistent injuries that remained there. It made a small frown tug at Matthew’s lips. “If anything, you should be the one resting after everything that you’ve gone through. You don’t need to push yourself so much.” A small smile soon ghosted across his lips as he patted Lovino’s hand with his free hand. “There’s no need for you to try so hard to prove yourself or your loyalty to me. I trust you, Lovi. You already earned that much...”

The words shocked Lovino, his mouth opening and closing for a few moments as he tried to find something to say. It wasn't often that he could say that he was taken completely off-guard, and he found that this happened to be one of those times. His face flushed darkly, his fingers tightening around Matthew's when the blonde was about to pull his hand away. "I wasn't-- That's not-- I'm-- I hadn't been trying to…" he eventually fumbled out, each stumbling word only making his face burn hotter in embarrassment. "Like I keep telling you, you’re just too damned nice, and it would make me feel like I’d be taking advantage of you if I just slacked off like a lazy ass bum around here…”

Raising an eyebrow, Matthew huffed out a small breath of laughter although his face flushed as he glanced down at their hands linked together. “Lovino. There’s a difference between resting in order to heal, and simple laziness. It’s important for you to be able to rest and heal and get back up to full strength…” He trailed off, melancholy filling his eyes as he turned away from the fae and stared outside at the snowdrifts.

Whatever embarrassment that Lovino had felt was quick to dissipate as a cold sense of sobriety made him shiver, his hand tightening almost painfully around Matthew’s. But if it bothered Matthew, the blonde didn’t make any mention of it or try to pull away. “Oi, you listen here…”

But Matthew was already shaking his head, cutting him off. “No. I know you’re not human. That you’re not weak in a way that a human is weak. I know that you’ve endured an...unimaginable amount of horrific, inhumane things… But…” Violet eyes stared down at Lovino, a storm of emotions clashing in their depths as he gently cradled Lovino’s cheek in the palm of his free hand. “But right now, neither of us is capable of going up against any of the dangers that we could easily be faced with if the police or government comes knocking on our door. I may have magic, but I can’t even use it. At least, not on command. Which makes me useless--”

“You’re not useless--”

“--in that situation, and a liability,” Matthew continued on, despite Lovino’s interjection, propping his hip back against the countertop and tilting his head back to frown up at the ceiling. “You’d be the only one between us that would be able to fight your way out. But not in the condition that you’re in right now. Sure, there’s always a chance that we’d be able to make it out alive, but those chances would be very slim and likely almost nonexistent. You’d end up getting sent straight back to the hell that you just escaped from, and I would likely be killed on the spot as an enemy of the state or aiding and abetting a wanted fugitive. Some sort of excuse that they’d pull out of their asses to justify what they were doing. That’s provided that they don’t end up knowing about my magic. If they did? They’d end up experimenting on us both, I’m sure… And if we were captured, we may as well say that we’re as good as dead, since I’m sure they’ll have ended up putting in security measures to prevent another breakout from happening again.”

Matthew’s hand tightened around Lovino’s, his eyes soon finding the fire fae’s, and it made the Italian’s breath catch in his throat with the seriousness and fatigue in the blonde’s expression. “I’ve been doing a lot of thinking since last night. Perhaps that’s what’s been subconsciously bothering me so much as of late. One of the reasons why I keep suggesting for you to get out of the country. So that you can be safer… Which only adds to the seriousness of the reason of why you should be focusing on resting. That way you can escape if something goes wrong or you get discovered here.” He sighed as his thumb gently, almost absentmindedly, rubbed against Lovino’s cheek. A self-deprecating smile soon spread across Matthew’s face. “But then… I would be a fool to think that it would be any safer for you back over in Italy… After all, you were captured from there and brought here… But at least you'd be far enough away that it would buy you some time to find someplace safer…”

Lovino bit down on his lip, staring up at Matthew. He was starting to get rather accustomed to the blonde’s sporadically long speeches, especially when it seemed as though the Canadian had put so much thought into everything. When it was obvious that these were things that had been bothering him for a while. When it was obvious that above anything else, he seemed to hold Lovino’s safety as a priority above his own health and well-being. So much so, that Lovino couldn’t help but to be concerned over the possibility of Matthew working himself to death… He’s a human. Fragile and mortal…

“And what if I don’t want to go?” Lovino blurted out, catching Matthew off-guard with the statement. And not for the first time, he felt that unexplainable pull in his chest as he wet his lips with his tongue, swallowing around the sudden knot in his throat. He took a tentative step closer to Matthew until their toes touched. He keeps sounding like he’s going to end up sacrificing himself or throwing his own life away in order to protect me. And I don’t want to think about that ever happening… Furrowing his eyebrows together, Lovino puffed out a breath. “What if I didn’t want to go anywhere without you?”

Violet eyes widened as Matthew caught his lower lip between his teeth, his heart pounding against his ribs so hard that it nearly made them ache. If only those words were meant in the way that he wished that they were.

“Lovi…” The countertop dug into Matthew’s lower back as Lovino seemed to drift even closer to the blonde. Or perhaps it was Matthew that was pulling the fae closer, his eyes scanning the other’s face almost desperately, as if searching for answers. He hadn’t even noticed when his hand had become tangled into the back of Lovino’s hair, the silky locks wrapping around his fingers. Any other words that he tried to muster merely died away before he had a chance to intelligently string them into a sentence.

It was the first time that Lovino realized just how tall Matthew was, the Canadian towering several inches over him. For some reason though, it had never seemed like there had ever been that much of a difference between their heights. And somehow… Lovino found himself not minding it as much as he would've thought.

A shiver ran down his spine as his gaze flickered across Matthew's face, his free hand bracing itself on the counter behind Matthew. And in spite of himself, Lovino could vividly imagine what it would feel like to lean forward past the few remaining inches between each other and capture Matthew’s lips with his own; to slip his hands beneath his shirt, trailing his fingers against the soft, smooth expanses of Matthew’s skin; to press their bodies close until the space between them had vanished, until they were all but melded together, leaving nothing but the heat between their bodies. He could imagine Matthew’s hand tightening in his hair to tilt his head back, lips and tongue and teeth exploring his neck. And because it was Matthew, Lovino could imagine him whispering sweet, soothing words against his skin with each kiss, with each bite, with each--

A muffled yelp escaped his throat as his face was suddenly smushed against Matthew’s chest, the blonde propping his chin on top of his head with a sigh.

“That’s enough of your teasing for one night,” Matthew murmured, ruffling Lovino’s hair. The oddly happy tone in his voice belied the rapid thumping of his heart, the faint tremors in his hands, the deep flush permeating his cheeks. “You’re going to end up giving me a heart attack if you keep it up.” Clearing his throat, Matthew gently pulled the faery back away from him, his voice taking on a cheery tone. “Now, come on and let’s eat before the food ends up getting cold!”

Lovino blinked slowly, standing stuck in place and suddenly feeling very cold without the Canadian standing close to him anymore. He watched Matthew busy himself with preparing their bowls of ratatouille and carrying everything over to the table. Still, he couldn’t calm the racing of his heart...nor the embarrassment that he felt. At least Matthew’s acting calmly… But then why do I feel so...disappointed?

Grumbling under his breath, Lovino shuffled over to the table. “You know I can just warm it back up…” he mumbled as he sat down, pursing his lips as the tea and stew were scooted closer to him, staring at the steam rising from its surface.

“I know,” Matthew stated simply, almost hesitantly as he added, “but like I said, I don’t want you to have to use your magic unless you need to.”

“I know,” Lovino mumbled, shoveling a spoonful of the stew into his mouth. Admittedly, it tasted even better than it did last night. However, that didn’t help to brighten his mood any. “But I also know my own damn limits, especially when it comes to my magic, and I haven’t even gotten close to overexerting myself at all!”

The statement caused Matthew to pause, his spoon halfway to his mouth and his eyebrows furrowing together. Part of him felt...hurt, and he didn’t know why. “If that’s the case…” he murmured, placing his spoon back into the bowl and propping his elbows on the table as he fixed Lovino with an impenetrable stare. “Then why did you lie to me earlier out in the greenhouse? Especially with as much as you've emphasized being straightforward with one another so that things don't become tense with us living together…" Perhaps that was the reason. And the fact that he felt stupid for not noticing something had been off with the way that Lovino had reacted earlier.

The question caused Lovino to tense as he realized that he had just contradicted himself, his expression settling into a grimace. But even if he was loath to admit it, Matthew was right. The fae had been the first to make the suggestion, and now here he was being a hypocrite about it himself. The guilt, coupled with Matthew's unwavering stare, made him shift uncomfortably in his seat. “Right…” Sighing, he ran his hands through his hair, glancing out the window. “Sorry… I guess I’m still new at this too. And it’s not fair of me to expect you to put in more effort…” He paused for a moment, biting his lip and watching Matthew’s reflection in the window. “I guess the best way I can explain it is...that I just ended up feeling really nervous... Especially with everything that’s happened the last few days…”

Falling asleep and accidentally cuddling together... Matthew practically moaning when I massaged his neck… Wearing nothing but a towel in front of him at one point… Hugging and sitting on his lap at breakfast… The feeling of his magic or even just his skin against mine… The moment just a little bit ago...

Blinking slowly, Matthew finally glanced back down at his food, rubbing the back of his neck. “Alright. I understand… I know everything has probably been a big adjustment, and likely not the easiest of adjustments. So if there’s anything that you end up needing to have an easier time here…” he murmured, picking up his tea and beginning to sip on the hot liquid.

At least until several choice words came blurting out of Lovino’s mouth, surprising both of them.

“I wanted to kiss you, Matthew!”

The Canadian choked on his drink, spewing out the hot tea as his cup slipped from his hand. The tea splattered across his shirt and pants, seeping through the fabric and scalding his skin beneath as he leapt backwards with a yelp, knocking his chair over in the process. “Shit!”

“Matthew!” Lovino immediately shot to his feet, his own chair clattering to the ground as he reached a hand out towards Matthew, but the Canadian was already shaking his head and hurrying his way out of the room. A sinking feeling of anxiety, guilt, and despair made his heart clench painfully in his chest as he scrambled to follow after the blonde. “M-Matthew! Wait!”

Before Lovino could manage to catch up to Matthew, however, the other had already managed to dash off into one of the other rooms and disappear from sight. Swallowing against the lump in his throat, he forced his feet to move forward despite the way that they wanted to stay rooted to the ground. He hesitantly knocked against each of the doors that he came to, receiving no answer from behind each one until he reached the bathroom, hearing the water running inside.

"Matthew?" he called out hesitantly, hating the way his voice wavered as he pressed his hands against the door. Surely he doesn't hate me now...does he? He ran off so quickly without saying anything… Why did I have to open my fucking mouth? Everything is going to be ruined now, and he's going to hate me now, and he's going to end up kicking me out, and then I'm going to freeze to death, and--

Lovino's train of thought came to an abrupt halt as the door opened and he fell face-first against Matthew’s chest, the blonde’s arms quick to wrap around him to help steady him.

“Sorry…” Matthew’s voice was a soft rumble in his chest as he gently stroked Lovino’s hair, listening to the other sniffle softly. “I’m sorry if I worried you,” he continued, moving his hands to cup the fire fae’s face and wipe away the tears that were once again staining his skin. “It’s just a little burn. I’ll be fine. I just wanted to get the shirt off and get the burn treated before it got any worse. It’s not your fault.”

“But--” Lovino started to speak, only to be cut off by a finger being pressed to his lips as he stared up at Matthew and that gentle smile that always seemed to be on his face. It made his heart ache in his chest.

“Trust me, Lovi. When I say it’s not your fault, I mean it. You didn’t do anything wrong. You were just being honest, and that’s not something that I can fault you for,” Matthew murmured. The look of despair that had been on Lovino’s face when he had first opened the door… He hadn’t meant to make the Italian feel bad; he had just been acting on instinct to take care of the burn from the tea. That wasn’t to say that he hadn’t been completely shocked by Lovino’s comment though. “These last few days have been pretty hectic, so how about we try to get some rest, eh? I’ll get everything cleaned up in the morning, okay? And we can talk some more then.”

Matthew didn’t miss the mixture of relief and disappointment that swirled through Lovino’s eyes when he finished speaking, the fae’s shoulders slumping. His next words still took him by surprise though. “So you...don’t hate me? Because of what I said?”

“Hate you?” Matthew’s eyes widened before he let out a small laugh, resting a hand on top of Lovino’s shoulder. “Never. There’s nothing that you could say or do that could make me hate you. I’m certainly not going to be upset over something as normal as you expressing your feelings, and it’s normal to end up feeling...attraction to someone--”

“Have you ever...?” Lovino asked suddenly, glancing off to the side and crossing his arms over his chest as he awkwardly scratched his cheek.

“Hm?”

“Been a-attracted to somebody before…?”

The question made the heat rise to Matthew’s cheeks as he cleared his throat. “Well, not really. Other than my mother, I had been alone almost all of my life, so I never ended up being around too many people. When I have been around people, I feel more disgust than anything else because of how corrupt humans and society are. But…” Matthew trailed off, shrugging slightly and slipping past Lovino to head towards his bedroom. “I suppose...there’s been one person.”

He had almost made it to his room, his hand resting on the door handle when he heard Lovino inhale sharply. Raising an eyebrow, Matthew glanced back at the faery to see that his face had become pale and there was a distinct look of horror etched across his features.

Blinking, Matthew raised an eyebrow, glancing down at his chest and the burns from the tea which were already starting to fade. Frowning, he looked back over at Lovino, unable to figure out what had caused the severe reaction. "What? I don't look that bad shirtless, do I?" he asked, keeping his tone light.

It wasn't until Lovino spoke up that Matthew understood the horror on the other's face. "Your back… Those scars… What the fuck happened to you?"

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