Re: One for the Money (8d/?)
anonymous
August 5 2010, 04:57:52 UTC
Germania had once said he would stop Rome.
Since those words had been spoken, he'd stopped Rome in various things, whether it was stopping him from drinking more wine when he'd already had more than enough or stopping some new "business" endeavor of his that was sure to mean a lot of trouble for the police. From the start, however, they both knew that such trivial interference was never what Germania had meant.
Germania meant to topple the empire Rome built.
They both knew Rome would do whatever it took to never let that happen, but when he began to slip, they both knew it wouldn't be much longer. One day Rome would fall, along with his empire... But he had never been one to admit defeat to anyone that easily, and they both knew he would fight it until his dying breath. He would not let Germania be the one to destroy what he'd built up so carefully.
They just hadn't quite expected how it would happen.
-- The sound of the bang echoed across the room, and silence followed after it. A neat hole was embedded in the wall to Ludwig's left, mere centimeters away from his temple.
"Shit," Lovino whispered. Then, loudly, "Shit. What the hell!?"
He stared down at the gun in his hand, and then slowly looked back at the hole in the wall and the potato bastard's pale face. The shock was still numbing, but panic was quickly bubbling past it to the surface.
A moment later, the room jerked and spun as Lovino was tackled to the ground. His head hit hard against the floor-somewhere in his mind he was thankful for carpet, no matter how much the collision had hurt regardless-and he stared up at the ceiling.
The bang. The hole. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. That wasn't supposed to have happened.
Someone had switched his fake gun out with a real one.
Lovino's money was on Big Tony.
Antonio-when had Antonio gotten there? How had Antonio gotten there?-was repeating something over and over in Spanish, and it was the unfamiliar words that finally drew Lovino's attention away from the ceiling. The Spaniard's arms were wrapped around his waist, and his face was pressed against his stomach so that all he could see was a brown mop of hair. His hand was empty now, and he wasn't entirely sure where the pistol had gone.
"Antonio," he started to say, fully intending to follow it with a 'let go of me, bastard!', but at that moment the door burst open for the second time that night. Alfred F. Jones stormed inside, gun drawn and ready.
"Nobody move!"
-- Three years ago, Rome Vargas and Germania Beilschmidt saw each other for the last time. Three years ago, they both breathed their last.
What happened that day shook the world, though the world might not have even realized it. That day changed everything, yet there had only been a single witness to it: a young man named Alfred F. Jones.
It was Alfred F. Jones who was by Rome's side when he died.
It was Alfred F. Jones who delivered Rome's final words to his right-hand man.
It was Alfred F. Jones who, in the end, fulfilled the promise that Germania had once made.
The words he delivered marked the end of an era.
Notes and translations: Capo dei capi: (It.) boss of bosses
If anyone is still keeping an eye on this sucker: I am so, SO sorry for how long it took to get this part out! Hammering out some of the details for this part (and the next) was very difficult... In addition, what happened three years ago has been ending up playing a much larger role than I originally anticipated, so this is going to be a little longer in the end because of it.
Re: One for the Money (8d/?)
anonymous
August 5 2010, 22:15:05 UTC
s;fdjl;df ALL I CAN THINK OF IS HOW FREAKING DEPRESSED I AM THAT ROME AND GERMANIA ARE DEEEEAAADDD. Um. Hi. New-follower here. Read this all this afternoon. LOVING the crap out of it. Also, about to cry. Damn, Roma....
Since those words had been spoken, he'd stopped Rome in various things, whether it was stopping him from drinking more wine when he'd already had more than enough or stopping some new "business" endeavor of his that was sure to mean a lot of trouble for the police. From the start, however, they both knew that such trivial interference was never what Germania had meant.
Germania meant to topple the empire Rome built.
They both knew Rome would do whatever it took to never let that happen, but when he began to slip, they both knew it wouldn't be much longer. One day Rome would fall, along with his empire... But he had never been one to admit defeat to anyone that easily, and they both knew he would fight it until his dying breath. He would not let Germania be the one to destroy what he'd built up so carefully.
They just hadn't quite expected how it would happen.
--
The sound of the bang echoed across the room, and silence followed after it. A neat hole was embedded in the wall to Ludwig's left, mere centimeters away from his temple.
"Shit," Lovino whispered. Then, loudly, "Shit. What the hell!?"
He stared down at the gun in his hand, and then slowly looked back at the hole in the wall and the potato bastard's pale face. The shock was still numbing, but panic was quickly bubbling past it to the surface.
A moment later, the room jerked and spun as Lovino was tackled to the ground. His head hit hard against the floor-somewhere in his mind he was thankful for carpet, no matter how much the collision had hurt regardless-and he stared up at the ceiling.
The bang. The hole. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. That wasn't supposed to have happened.
Someone had switched his fake gun out with a real one.
Lovino's money was on Big Tony.
Antonio-when had Antonio gotten there? How had Antonio gotten there?-was repeating something over and over in Spanish, and it was the unfamiliar words that finally drew Lovino's attention away from the ceiling. The Spaniard's arms were wrapped around his waist, and his face was pressed against his stomach so that all he could see was a brown mop of hair. His hand was empty now, and he wasn't entirely sure where the pistol had gone.
"Antonio," he started to say, fully intending to follow it with a 'let go of me, bastard!', but at that moment the door burst open for the second time that night. Alfred F. Jones stormed inside, gun drawn and ready.
"Nobody move!"
--
Three years ago, Rome Vargas and Germania Beilschmidt saw each other for the last time. Three years ago, they both breathed their last.
What happened that day shook the world, though the world might not have even realized it. That day changed everything, yet there had only been a single witness to it: a young man named Alfred F. Jones.
It was Alfred F. Jones who was by Rome's side when he died.
It was Alfred F. Jones who delivered Rome's final words to his right-hand man.
It was Alfred F. Jones who, in the end, fulfilled the promise that Germania had once made.
The words he delivered marked the end of an era.
Notes and translations:
Capo dei capi: (It.) boss of bosses
If anyone is still keeping an eye on this sucker: I am so, SO sorry for how long it took to get this part out! Hammering out some of the details for this part (and the next) was very difficult... In addition, what happened three years ago has been ending up playing a much larger role than I originally anticipated, so this is going to be a little longer in the end because of it.
Hang on guys; we're almost there!
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what happened what happened I want to know!!
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