Aria and Recitative [Closed]

[herr_edelstein]

Who: Austria and North Italy. Also Lupo.
What: Discussing staging operas, performing arts, and the like. Possibly angstier topics as well.
When: The evening of New Years Day
Where: Austria's apartment in the theatre
Warnings: PG
Status: In Progress

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[morethanpasta]

Feliciano watched Austria attentively, not because the cooking was particularly interesting, but simple because Austria was. It still felt so odd to be talking to Austria, from one adult to the other. Back home, they were on the same side, of course, but his attention had been focused on Germany, not on Austria.

"When Lovino has come home, I will think about distance," he said mildly, not wishing to argue about it with Austria, yet the idea still held very little appeal to him. His memories of his lonely first month in Ruby City were still painfully fresh.

He picked up the coffee cup again and twirled it around in his fingers though it was empty. It was something to hold on to. "Ve~ I don't blame you for not telling me about Holy Rome, Mister Austria. I'm glad it was Francis who told me. I don't know if I could have forgiven him so quickly if he hadn't told me himself. Besides, in a way, I had always known, I just..." He trailed off, not finding the right words and seeing no reason to bother searching for them. A sad, wistful smile said it all.

"I suppose it would be simpler if I could simply stop loving him like that." He just wasn't sure if he wanted to, even he could simply shut off his feelings. "Holy Rome... I never thought I would have another chance with him. I had accepted that he is dead. I had moved on." His voice wavers a bit at that, for in some ways, he never had. He wasn't good at moving on, would never be. He loved too deeply to simply stop, but he had mourned his loss and finally made his peace with it. "And now... I'm scared, Mister Austria." He swallowed hard. "Ludwig says he loves me, but I'm not sure if he does. Holy Rome loves me, but I don't know if Germany does. I don't want him to love me only because he thinks it's his duty!"

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Austria leveled a gaze that was not severe, but intense, on North Italy. He understood Feliciano's distress more than he let on, but he was frustrated that he could not make him see through this to the core of the problem. Abuse was not an expression of love, it was a means of control. But he would bring that up in a moment. Now, he wanted to make a point.

"...In all the years that you have known Germany, has he ever once said something frivolous? Has he ever once told you something that he did not mean? Ludwig...he is quiet, and does not express himself easily or well." Not that Austria did either, but this was not about him. "It would take a great leap of faith for him to confess such a thing to you. You need to realize that...that Germany and the Holy Roman Empire are one and the same. There is nothing that should separate them into two entities. One man, with one feeling for you. He does not tell me these things, but it is entirely possible that he came to care for you long before he regained his memories, and in regaining them, it only amplified how he felt."

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"Ve~..." Feli went quiet, considering for the first time that Ludwig may have had feelings for him previous to remembering being the Holy Roman Empire. He had never considered it before, for Germany had never acted in any way he would associate with being in love, having a crush or even thinking someone was cute. He sighed. "I suppose... I wouldn't have noticed. He wouldn't have flirted with me like I flirt with cute girls."

He twirled the empty cup around in his hands again. "See, Mister Austria... Both you and Ludwig tell me that he's the same and it doesn't matter if he loved me as Germany or Holy Rome, but it does!" He looked up then, gaze intent. "Because I am not the same person anymore that I was as a child! You knew me. I was a shy little child, quiet and meek. But I'm not a child anymore. I'm loud and annoying and I'm pushy and I always run off getting myself into trouble and sometimes I'm sad because I've seen too many things since I last saw my Holy Rome. And I can be angry and petty, too. I can be jealous and possessive and I worry too much except when I worry too little. And Ludwig has been my friend, but most things I did would annoy him. If it's all Holy Rome's old love, then it can never be." He swallowed hard. "For then he will come to resent me for not being the child I was and I couldn't stand it if he hated me."

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"No...he would not have flirted with you. But think beyond flirting for displays of affection. What has he done for you?" For all his knowledge of the ideal of love as the Italian nation, Austria was surprised at his lack of realization.

"You claim to be all these negative things, but that simply means that you have grown up. And Germany, not Holy Roman Empire, has known you during these times. He has seen you at your worst...and still, he does not abandon you. Do you really think that a person who did not care for you would have tried to make you into something better? A person who did not care would have given up on you and walked out. And you...well, you do not know the effect that your leaving the war will have on Germany." Austria had seen it; he had been living in the house when Germany had received the news that Italy was pulling out. The reaction had been subtle; it was Germany, after all.

"He fought to keep you. Before he ever realized who he had been in his childhood, he fought for you. Despite every point of frustration that he caused during that fruitless campaign, he fought to keep you. Sometimes...the reasons for our actions of our own selves do not mirror the reasons of our leaders."

Austria would not mention that he thought that Italy had been irksome in his own right as a child; that didn't bear mentioning in this moment. And while Italy was annoying and petty at times, and all those other things he had mentioned, that was...human nature. He was not unlike many of the other nations, but he could hardly believe that Feliciano was any of these things maliciously. He simply...lacked foresight.

"There is only so much I can say to you about this. I can only give you advice, not answers, and things to think about. But I do know that...love is a tricky, unpleasant thing, though wholly necessary to the human condition. But it can be wonderful if you let it." There was old bitterness in his tone that had not been there before, and he looked away. "The only way to know is to talk to Ludwig. Not today, not even tomorrow or the next day. But you must speak with him so that you can understand..."

[morethanpasta]

If Feliciano had paid any attention at all to what Austria said about love being a tricky, unpleasant thing, if he had noticed the bitterness, his heart would have bled for him. As much as he had been intimidated by Austria as a child, he did love him as much as the other nations that had shaped his childhood.

He even forgot all about what Austria had said about Germany caring for him as the nation he was now, about not abandoning him, as much as these words had soothed his fears.

For right then, there was only one thing that caught and held Feliciano, no, North Italy's attention, one thing above all else. One thing which made him turn pale, made his hands shiver so badly that the tea cup shook in his hands and his heart rate quickened with dread and confusion and underneath it all, a quickly growing need to flee.

"What do you mean... I will leave the war?" His voice was eerily calm, almost sweet in sharp contrast to the bitter churning he felt.

Italy had just discovered another puzzle piece of what the future held for him - at what might have been the time he was least equipped to cope with it.

I actually...do not know how Germany or Italy felt when Italy pulled out of the war. Just history.

[herr_edelstein]

Austria stiffened a bit; it wasn't that he'd forgotten what year Italy was from. He had simply thought that someone had told him about the outcome of the war. Inwardly, he cursed himself for not having better tact, and turned away for a moment, trying to think.

"I too, ended up leaving the war at the end," Austria finally said, recalling how he had declared his independence when the Soviets had invaded his borders. "The strain of war...it simply becomes too much over time, for different reasons. You and I left...or will leave, for our own reasons, but...War is not meant to be perpetual. Your people revolted against Mussolini's rule, but I do not know how you felt about it all. We did not speak again for some time. And Germany never spoke of his feelings; he simply acted." He paused, and turned to look at Feliciano with apologetic eyes.

"I am sorry. I did not realize that you did not know."

[morethanpasta]

"I didn't know." His voice wasn't quite that calm anymore, but still far too calm for the turmoil he felt. He felt numb, too numb even to cry. "Nobody told me."

It hurts so much to speak these words, for they shock him keener yet than the revelation of what his future holds in store.

"They didn't tell me! Ludwig and Lovino and Francis and all the others, they never told me! Not one of them!" A choked sob escapes Feliciano then and he can't even say what or whom he is crying for, if he is crying for his own hurt at what feels like a lie by omission, for Ludwig feeling abandoned, for their Axis, for... There are enough reasons to cry and each and every one of them deserves to have tears shed for it, so he doesn't even bother to try and settle on one.

[herr_edelstein]

Austria hesitated; tears were something even he had shed, but it made them no less unsettling to handle. And especially when they were tears that had every right to be there, and for such wrenching reasons...

A normal person might have comforted Feliciano with an embrace, but Roderich found himself wholly unprepared for this level of emotion. He felt awkward and wasn't sure how to even begin to help the situation.

He quickly turned the stovetop off and stepped quietly over to where their chairs were, and once more took his seat.

"I should not have spoken out of turn," he finally said, reaching out and lightly resting a hand on the other nation's shoulder. "In the end, you had no choice, Feliciano. America and England had invaded, and there was no way you would have survived a continued assault. Germany wanted to help you after the surrender and sent troops to try and bolster your numbers. I do not think he ever blamed you for what you did personally. As I said...we all had our reasons for pulling out of the war in the end."

[morethanpasta]

"I... I suppose..." He wiped at his eyes, though the tears just kept flowing. "They told me that the war would go badly, but I never thought that our Axis would break. We promised...!"

Feliciano peered for another moment thoughtfully at Austria, took note of the warmth soaking into his back from the hand on his back. Oh, Austria might get terribly upset with him, but he simply couldn't help himself. He scooted forward and wrapped his arms around his waist, hiding his face against Roderich's chest.

"I'm glad you told me, Mister Austria." His voice was choked, but determined. "I'm glad because I can't make anyone feel better if I don't know that they're hurting!"

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"!"

Roderich stiffened for a moment when Feliciano threw his arms around his waist, but it was only a momentary reaction before he relaxed. He was not an affectionate fellow, but he was not cruel, and after a moment, rested an arm about his shoulders. He patted his back reassuringly as a father or brother might, and closed his eyes.

"...It's not easy, losing a war," Austria said quietly; he had been one of the Axis as well, after all. "I do not begrudge you for doing what is best for your people, and I doubt Ludwig would either." He could not speak for Lovino; after all, Feliciano's pain had been his brother's as well, but he did not have as good a rapport, if any at all, with the older of the two brothers. But Ludwig was his cousin, and he had witnessed the fall of their Axis.

"...In the long run, it was for the best that the Axis fell," he said quietly. "Do not concern yourself over that; you will see one day how it turned out for the best despite all the suffering that we all had to endure in the short term."

[morethanpasta]

Feliciano only clung tighter and shook his head with a soft whimper. "But I don't want to lose the war! I'm scared of losing. Losing a war hurts so much, it tears you apart and Lovi said that this war is going to do horrible things to Italy!"

He clenched his hands around the back of Austria's jacket, uncaring that he was bunching the fabric. He trembled slightly as he looked up at Austria with a distressed expression on his face and teary eyes. The flimsy cover hiding these fears had been torn off and now it's just too much. Feliciano trembled from fear, but just as much from frustration. "Everyone keeps telling me that I shouldn't let it bother me, that it's over and done with. But it isn't! For me, the war has just begun! You all talk about it as the past, but that's my future and now you're telling me we won't even keep our Axis!"

He couldn't even say what he wanted anyone to tell him. As upset as he was that no one managed to truly comfort him, Feliciano knew that there was no comfort to be found. All comfort would be naught but empty words in the end, for no kind words could change the fact that he alone would return to war times when their captors were done with him. Maybe that was most frustrating.

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Austria wished he could help Italy see the bigger picture. He feared telling Italy the whole story of why it was best that Hitler, Hirohito, and Mussolini failed in their objectives, but he knew it would only make matters worse. He didn't want Feliciano to make the mistake that so many have and blame Ludwig himself for the atrocities of his leaders...though Austria himself hardly had clean hands.

"I know it tears you apart; I was in pieces for ten years afterward," he said quietly, but it was meant to soothe and empathize. "The war will do terrible things to everyone involved; such is the nature of conflict. And...not just because of combat either. But I won't tell you to not let it bother you. That would be foolishness. To this day, I still find myself uneasy with what I allowed to happen during those seven long years. But...you will see. In the present day, Europe is not torn apart by war. Japan thrives; you all are still friends. Healing after war takes time, even for the victors."

[morethanpasta]

He nodded and sighed sadly. Feliciano just kept clinging to Austria, nuzzling his chest. This was nice, comforting. "I liked it better before Ruby City, when I didn't know what would happen. I was really good at not thinking about the war and all the bad things happening, too. I would just have fun with Ludwig and Kiku and I was happy that I had found good friends and could spend my time with them. But everything changed here and now I can't stop thinking about it."

He had been quite cheerful about his situation, a merry Italian nation who chose obliviousness over facing the dark realities of the era he lived in, had even been quite eager to get back to his friends. Yet in Ruby City, he had been told of his own future and more than that, he had met people who confronted him, who asked hard questions and held him accountable for the war.

"I liked it better before. I liked not thinking about the war." He sighed again, a pouty sigh this time. It was really quite unfair. "I wish everyone would just stop trying to rebuild Rome."

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Oh he was...oh, he was nuzzling him. He really was... Austria rolled his eyes a little, thinking that he really did not want a permanent stain on his waistcoat and cravat...but there really was no removing Feliciano from around him at this point. Sighing, Austria shook his head and patted his back, trying to soothe him.

"Perhaps when we leave here, you will not remember all that you've learned. But what is stopping you from spending time with your friends here? What is stopping you from enjoying your time with these good friends of yours? Right now...the war doesn't matter. You're not having to fight the Allies or worry about training. When people ask you about the war, you do not have to answer them. It's hardly any of their business. The world as we know it, and the war that you are in, do not exist here. We are already captive; you should not have to make yourself miserable. I think...I really think you should speak with Ludwig. I can only help you so much, but he has the answer to a lot of questions that I can only surmise. If he really is your friend, and if you care about him in any way, shape, or form, you should be open with him and talk to him about all of this. And as for Rome..."

Austria tried to offer him a reassuring smile.

"No one has tried to recreate Rome since 1945. The world learned a powerful lesson after the war; something good did come out of it."

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Feliciano was happily oblivious to Austria's discomfort, he simply enjoyed the warmth and the patting of his back and oh, wasn't it simply marvellous that Austria liked cuddles? If he had known that, he would have hugged him more often!

He nodded with a small smile and rubbed his cheek against Austria's chest. "I'm glad no one has tried to rebuild Rome anymore. It's nice that they all want to make Grandpa proud, but they shouldn't muck around with things they know nothing about. Grandpa suffered terribly for his empire, Lovino and I don't want to pay that price. I talked with Germany about empires, you know... It took him a few centuries, but he understands now what I was telling him when we were children."

Feli cooed softly. "I think I would like to try that... to forget about the war for a little while. I like not having to train. But Lili and I are trying to become braver. We are always getting saved, but when our loved ones are in danger, we want to save them, too!"

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Austria actually did not like cuddles at all except when...well, that didn't matter any longer, regardless. He did not enjoy cuddles. But he also recognized a futile effort when he saw it.

Ah, Rome. Though he never spoke of it, he was more closely related to Rome than he ever was to Germania. It was why he resembled the Italy brothers more than Germany and Prussia...Vienna had even once been a Roman outpost. Still, he said nothing, and closed his eyes.

"I am glad that he understands. It's something that those of us who have been so large must all come to understand. I am also glad that you spoke with him about it." Even he had old scars from those days...

"Strength is a good thing to have even outside of war, but you should train in order to help preserve peace, rather than prepare for war. It is what I have devoted my military strength to in the time I am from."