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Title: Que viva España
Rating: PG
Warnings: Angst, death, war.
Notes: Alright! This isn't exactly fanfiction, but it was inspired by Spain, both the character and country. I think this would be centered during the Spanish Civil War, this little girl being part of the Spanish Republic. From what little I have read of this and seen in Pan's Labyrinth, "Franco's Spain" were quite brutal when it came to dealing with the opposing side. I'm sorry if there are any historical inaccuracies with my explanation, perhaps you can set me straight? xD
Loud shouts were heard in the distance, cannons shooting, the smell of death lingered in the air. In the distance, a tiny voice was heard, the image of a small Spanish girl, long, brown hair, olive green eyes, carrying a ripped and burnt flag of her beloved nation. Her mouth twists upward into a pained smile, her eyes loose the glow they had so long ago. She opens her lips, and starts to sing the song she loves, adores, and remembers clearly.
"Entre flores, Fandanguillos y alegrias, nacio mi España, la tierra del amor. . ."
(Among the Fandanguillos and joy, my Spain was born, the land of love.)
Tears began to roll down her dirtied cheeks, but she continues to sing the melody. She drags the tarnished flag behind her, the flag of her nation. Her pride had not been shattered, but was that truly a bad thing?
"Solo Dios pudiera hacer tanta belleza, y es imposible que puedan haber dos. . ."
(Only God can create such beauty, and it's impossible for there to be two.)
She continued with a heavy heart. Using the little strength she had, she lifts the flag in the air, tears continue to flow down her rough, scarred face. She begins to waves the ripped flag, using all of tje dignity, pride and love that she holds of her beloved España.
"Y todo el mundo sabe que es verdad, y lloran cuando tienen que marchar. . ."
(And everyone knows that this is true, and they cry when it is time to march.)
She dropped to her knees, letting her beloved flag hit the cold, muddy floor. Her tears began to flow faster, she covered her face with her calloused hands. Her time is limited, a fact she acknowledges. She collapsed to her side, wrapping her arms around her tiny frame as she shivered with tears. She cried, not only for herself, but for all who had to witness and be part of this disaster, part of . . . this hell.
She managed to stop crying for a mere moment, enough time to whisper the last phrase before her body completely gave in to the aching cold.
"Que Viva España. . ."
Were the last words that could be heard, before the tiny body laid still on the cold floor, the flag which she held remained next to her as rain began to fall. Was it truly rain? Perhaps it was the tears of the little girl, or all of her people, and her dearly beloved España.
More Notes:
- The song I used for this is called Que viva España, I'm not too sure who the artist is, because in my search, I couldn't find it. . xD;;
Buut, if you know it, and you tell me, you get a gold star. orz
- There is a probability I might turn this into an intro for a Spanish Civil War Spain fanfic. . . I'm not sure quite yet. Your opinion might help, though ~ 8D
Rating: PG
Warnings: Angst, death, war.
Notes: Alright! This isn't exactly fanfiction, but it was inspired by Spain, both the character and country. I think this would be centered during the Spanish Civil War, this little girl being part of the Spanish Republic. From what little I have read of this and seen in Pan's Labyrinth, "Franco's Spain" were quite brutal when it came to dealing with the opposing side. I'm sorry if there are any historical inaccuracies with my explanation, perhaps you can set me straight? xD
Loud shouts were heard in the distance, cannons shooting, the smell of death lingered in the air. In the distance, a tiny voice was heard, the image of a small Spanish girl, long, brown hair, olive green eyes, carrying a ripped and burnt flag of her beloved nation. Her mouth twists upward into a pained smile, her eyes loose the glow they had so long ago. She opens her lips, and starts to sing the song she loves, adores, and remembers clearly.
"Entre flores, Fandanguillos y alegrias, nacio mi España, la tierra del amor. . ."
(Among the Fandanguillos and joy, my Spain was born, the land of love.)
Tears began to roll down her dirtied cheeks, but she continues to sing the melody. She drags the tarnished flag behind her, the flag of her nation. Her pride had not been shattered, but was that truly a bad thing?
"Solo Dios pudiera hacer tanta belleza, y es imposible que puedan haber dos. . ."
(Only God can create such beauty, and it's impossible for there to be two.)
She continued with a heavy heart. Using the little strength she had, she lifts the flag in the air, tears continue to flow down her rough, scarred face. She begins to waves the ripped flag, using all of tje dignity, pride and love that she holds of her beloved España.
"Y todo el mundo sabe que es verdad, y lloran cuando tienen que marchar. . ."
(And everyone knows that this is true, and they cry when it is time to march.)
She dropped to her knees, letting her beloved flag hit the cold, muddy floor. Her tears began to flow faster, she covered her face with her calloused hands. Her time is limited, a fact she acknowledges. She collapsed to her side, wrapping her arms around her tiny frame as she shivered with tears. She cried, not only for herself, but for all who had to witness and be part of this disaster, part of . . . this hell.
She managed to stop crying for a mere moment, enough time to whisper the last phrase before her body completely gave in to the aching cold.
"Que Viva España. . ."
Were the last words that could be heard, before the tiny body laid still on the cold floor, the flag which she held remained next to her as rain began to fall. Was it truly rain? Perhaps it was the tears of the little girl, or all of her people, and her dearly beloved España.
More Notes:
- The song I used for this is called Que viva España, I'm not too sure who the artist is, because in my search, I couldn't find it. . xD;;
Buut, if you know it, and you tell me, you get a gold star. orz
- There is a probability I might turn this into an intro for a Spanish Civil War Spain fanfic. . . I'm not sure quite yet. Your opinion might help, though ~ 8D