Remberance [1/?]
anonymous
February 12 2010, 18:55:59 UTC
Italy wondered if Holy Roman Empire would kiss like Germany.
It was a terrible thought, he knew. An utterly misplaced one at that, but he couldn't help it any more than he could stop himself from trailing a hand down Germany's back, linking with the other to encircle his lover around the waist, pulling their bodies flush against each other. Shifting forward, Veneziano's other hand went up again to card in Germany's hair, pulling the strands loose from their waxed positions. Germany was used to it by now, used to how Italy just couldn't stop moving, the shifts and squirms of pleasure, and how he seemed to always take joy in playing with his hair.
Holy Roman Empire had blond hair.
Even though it was always hidden under that huge hat he wore. it was so pretty and soft, and he never let me touch it, saying that girls shouldn't carelessly touch a boy's hair just like that, but even after asking him, he wouldn't allow it, and he'd run away blushing, so I never ever actually got to see how his hair would feel like--"...Veneziano?
( ... )
Remberance [2/?]
anonymous
February 12 2010, 18:57:01 UTC
There was no perfectly-placed shaft of moonlight filtering through the window, no street light strategically placed to give him a bit of light at four in the morning. Not that Italy minded, particularly, he quite liked the darkness. The darkness which gave one an odd sense of freedom, where he was able to lie and think, or to simply watch Germany sleep.
Germany, who always seemed to be ever-busy and ever-frustrated with the state of something or another, who had his eyebrows un-furrowed in his sleep, for once relaxed, his lips parted slightly in sleep. It was a refreshing side of him, Veneziano thought.
He liked to look at the way the shadows played across Germany's skin, occasionally dancing due to the odd passing car, how his hair would be mussed an un-gelled for a few hours in the day, the way he--
A sudden flash of lightning and thunder interrupted his thoughts, as Italy instinctively shrunk in towards Germany.
And he could still feel the tears gathered in the corners of his eyes, lids squeezed shut, his small hands clutching
( ... )
Remberance [3/?]
anonymous
February 12 2010, 18:59:53 UTC
It was no secret that Italy had a messy attic. Years, decades, centuries had a way of doing that to you, making you keep things which you were sure that would come into use a little way down the road, but never really did much more than collect dust.
Collect dust, and bring back memories.
Holy Roman Empire had been coming to mind more times than he would have liked, of late. It wasn't Germany, who was acting as he always did, so Italy was convinced that it was him and an odd bout of sentimentality of some sort. Sentimentality which was oddly guilt-causing.
It didn't seem fair to constantly compare Germany with Holy Roman Empire, and so something had to be done. Cleaning out the attic seemed to be Italy's best option. Hopefully, it would give Italy closure of some sort, even if that closure was a few centuries late
( ... )
Remberance [4/5]
anonymous
February 12 2010, 19:01:17 UTC
Germany was pretty sure that he was still in the house, somewhere, probably napping or doing something similarly Italy-like. However, it wasn't simply the physical presence of Italy he felt was lacking, he thought, as he set down his pen and placed a paperweight on the documents on his table. Italy wasn't there in the ever-present, too-affectionate, almost cloying way that he always was, and it was unnerving. Even with Italy cooking beside him, or lying on the couch in his office, he never seemed quite completely... there.
It was quite worrying.
Germany knew that Italy was bothered by something, but he didn't want to pry too far. Indeed, they were lovers and best friends, but Italy always got that far off look, the corners of his eyes creasing up with the years that never showed on his face. Germany didn't like causing his lover any pain, and after a few tries, he had decided to leave the matter alone. Italy would tell him when he was ready
( ... )
Remberance [5/5]
anonymous
February 12 2010, 19:02:14 UTC
Blindly groping around yet another stack of boxes, Germany mentally berated himself for not bringing the flash light. It's not like he expected the attic to be flooded with light at five in the evening--
The thought died once he came to the back of the attic.
With his skirts pooling around him, Italy was seated on the floor, books, papers, scores and an assortment of keepsakes collected over the years around him. Germany wasn't quite sure if it was the way the light hit the dust motes and the seated man (boy. Girl?), or the residual memories which suddenly seemed to be on display in the room, but it felt like a jolt of electricity to the mind, and the words were out of his mouth before he could even process them.
"Italia?"
Italy stopped arranging the piano scores, swallowing a sudden lump in his throat at a name which had been left unused for centuries.
"Yes?" He looked up.
Germany's eyes were wide, and those blue eyes were seemingly bottomless and painfully clear and--
Re: Remberance [5/5]
anonymous
February 12 2010, 20:14:36 UTC
I'm not either one of the OPs but damn you. i loved this.
italy's pain, the fact that he keeps remembering and being haunted, his more serious attitude (i love it when he's not an idiot like everybody thinks), his memories in the attic, and his clothes, and the realism with which you wrote the short so beautifully, the feelings it has, germany's realisation, prussia in the end, too.
it was just mind blowing good. *hands over heart* this is yours. because it has been a LOT since i've read a good italy-centric fill, and you deserve all the praise you can get, and more.
all the little details -the flowers, the older clothes, the call of canon and a switch to it to make it fitting, and gods. it was beautiful.
and germany commenting about italy, and how he's worried but he decided to let it go for the moment and... asgh;afhgdfrh.
i'm squealing at this fill like there's no tomorrow. anon, you're my love.
you captured the scenes quite well and it was heartbreaking! ♥ and all the bonusess (PRUSSIA!!!!!)
♥ thank you so much!
Italy didn't have many rules in the house ("Ve? Rules? Umm... Flush the toilet after using it?"), but it was made clear that he didn't like anyone going into the attic, not even himself.
♥♥♥ :DDDDD so italy ♥
AND I love how Germany loves Italy so much
Germany didn't like causing his lover any pain, and after a few tries, he had decided to leave the matter alone. Italy would tell him when he was ready. ♥ perfect boyfriend
( ... )
http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/12046.html?thread=29159694#t29159694
Anon would like to know what other nations keep in their storages, and if cleaning it up could solve some left behind issues they have with each other.
and
http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/12046.html?thread=29001230#t29001230
I want a fic where Germany and Italy are in a relationship, but Italy keeps remembering HRE.
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It was a terrible thought, he knew. An utterly misplaced one at that, but he couldn't help it any more than he could stop himself from trailing a hand down Germany's back, linking with the other to encircle his lover around the waist, pulling their bodies flush against each other. Shifting forward, Veneziano's other hand went up again to card in Germany's hair, pulling the strands loose from their waxed positions. Germany was used to it by now, used to how Italy just couldn't stop moving, the shifts and squirms of pleasure, and how he seemed to always take joy in playing with his hair.
Holy Roman Empire had blond hair.
Even though it was always hidden under that huge hat he wore. it was so pretty and soft, and he never let me touch it, saying that girls shouldn't carelessly touch a boy's hair just like that, but even after asking him, he wouldn't allow it, and he'd run away blushing, so I never ever actually got to see how his hair would feel like--"...Veneziano? ( ... )
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Germany, who always seemed to be ever-busy and ever-frustrated with the state of something or another, who had his eyebrows un-furrowed in his sleep, for once relaxed, his lips parted slightly in sleep. It was a refreshing side of him, Veneziano thought.
He liked to look at the way the shadows played across Germany's skin, occasionally dancing due to the odd passing car, how his hair would be mussed an un-gelled for a few hours in the day, the way he--
A sudden flash of lightning and thunder interrupted his thoughts, as Italy instinctively shrunk in towards Germany.
And he could still feel the tears gathered in the corners of his eyes, lids squeezed shut, his small hands clutching ( ... )
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Collect dust, and bring back memories.
Holy Roman Empire had been coming to mind more times than he would have liked, of late. It wasn't Germany, who was acting as he always did, so Italy was convinced that it was him and an odd bout of sentimentality of some sort. Sentimentality which was oddly guilt-causing.
It didn't seem fair to constantly compare Germany with Holy Roman Empire, and so something had to be done. Cleaning out the attic seemed to be Italy's best option. Hopefully, it would give Italy closure of some sort, even if that closure was a few centuries late ( ... )
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It was quite worrying.
Germany knew that Italy was bothered by something, but he didn't want to pry too far. Indeed, they were lovers and best friends, but Italy always got that far off look, the corners of his eyes creasing up with the years that never showed on his face. Germany didn't like causing his lover any pain, and after a few tries, he had decided to leave the matter alone. Italy would tell him when he was ready ( ... )
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The thought died once he came to the back of the attic.
With his skirts pooling around him, Italy was seated on the floor, books, papers, scores and an assortment of keepsakes collected over the years around him. Germany wasn't quite sure if it was the way the light hit the dust motes and the seated man (boy. Girl?), or the residual memories which suddenly seemed to be on display in the room, but it felt like a jolt of electricity to the mind, and the words were out of his mouth before he could even process them.
"Italia?"
Italy stopped arranging the piano scores, swallowing a sudden lump in his throat at a name which had been left unused for centuries.
"Yes?" He looked up.
Germany's eyes were wide, and those blue eyes were seemingly bottomless and painfully clear and--
Oh my god.Papers forgotten, Italy stood up, skirts ( ... )
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italy's pain, the fact that he keeps remembering and being haunted, his more serious attitude (i love it when he's not an idiot like everybody thinks), his memories in the attic, and his clothes, and the realism with which you wrote the short so beautifully, the feelings it has, germany's realisation, prussia in the end, too.
it was just mind blowing good. *hands over heart* this is yours. because it has been a LOT since i've read a good italy-centric fill, and you deserve all the praise you can get, and more.
all the little details -the flowers, the older clothes, the call of canon and a switch to it to make it fitting, and gods. it was beautiful.
and germany commenting about italy, and how he's worried but he decided to let it go for the moment and... asgh;afhgdfrh.
i'm squealing at this fill like there's no tomorrow. anon, you're my love.
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though at the end i wished it was longer, hahaha
here, i doodled this inspired by it: (hope linking like this works)
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this was very cute but it ends very abruptly and a bit too pat- i'd love to see it expanded a little. ^^
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I want a fic where Germany and Italy are in a relationship, but Italy keeps remembering HRE.
SDBkjsdgbksdjsdgew. YOU HAVE MY HEART.
you captured the scenes quite well and it was heartbreaking! ♥ and all the bonusess (PRUSSIA!!!!!)
♥ thank you so much!
Italy didn't have many rules in the house ("Ve? Rules? Umm... Flush the toilet after using it?"), but it was made clear that he didn't like anyone going into the attic, not even himself.
♥♥♥ :DDDDD so italy ♥
AND I love how Germany loves Italy so much
Germany didn't like causing his lover any pain, and after a few tries, he had decided to leave the matter alone. Italy would tell him when he was ready. ♥ perfect boyfriend ( ... )
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brb linking this to everybody
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