anon apologises if this is not what OP wanted, and for the lack of N ItalyMuch of life consisted of routines. Spain realises how much is blindly left to trust, to the belief that certain things will never change. You trust that the sun will shine, that the ground will not collapse when you try to walk on it, that the sky will not fall, and when you go to sleep at night you trust that you will wake up in the morning. You trust that the people you see today will be there tomorrow
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anonymous
May 31 2009, 16:08:45 UTC
Ah, but if Spain voiced any of these thoughts Romano would smack him for it. So he does not say anything. Spain trails behind and watches his back, at how his tense shoulders betray his worry.
“Romano,” Spain calls him, but has nothing else to say and he is being ignored anyway.
They continue down the shining streets and Romano swings his legs wide in order to step over a puddle that has not yet evaporated in the heat. That whole gesture is unbelievably cruel, and burns itself into the back of Spain’s mind like a cattle brand.
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They take canned ice coffee in Romano’s tiny apartment. As if as an extension of Romano’s personality, the apartment is decorated functionally but not ornately; solid and serviceable but not aimed to please the eye. France would have had flocked a horde of designers in if he could see the wooden table and chairs which they are now sat at or the lack of paintings on the walls.
Oh but you have such a nice veranda! Let me at least add a little greenery here and thereNevertheless, the apartment is bright
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anonymous
May 31 2009, 16:10:10 UTC
Spain does not know what to say. He tries to think about what he said to Prussia but he does not think that he said anything to Prussia either. He has to say something though, Romano is looking at him as if he expects an answer; comfort perhaps, although he will never admit that that is what he wants
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Author!anon, you broke my heart. It was heart-wrenching and sad and Prussia made me sob like a little girl and Romano and Spain broke me into little pieces and--- SOB.
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anonymous
June 1 2009, 04:56:48 UTC
You hit all the right buttons dear. I've been waiting for this one and you didn't disappoint. Thank you.
I can imagine Italy looking for his brother one day and not finding him, having to find out that he's been long dead from someone else. ;_; Breaks my heart.
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anonymous
February 10 2011, 03:13:41 UTC
I was trying so hard not to cry while reading this story and couldn't help but tear up at the end anyway. It's truly a beautiful piece of writing; you made my heart go T______T
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“Romano,” Spain calls him, but has nothing else to say and he is being ignored anyway.
They continue down the shining streets and Romano swings his legs wide in order to step over a puddle that has not yet evaporated in the heat. That whole gesture is unbelievably cruel, and burns itself into the back of Spain’s mind like a cattle brand.
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They take canned ice coffee in Romano’s tiny apartment. As if as an extension of Romano’s personality, the apartment is decorated functionally but not ornately; solid and serviceable but not aimed to please the eye. France would have had flocked a horde of designers in if he could see the wooden table and chairs which they are now sat at or the lack of paintings on the walls.
Oh but you have such a nice veranda! Let me at least add a little greenery here and thereNevertheless, the apartment is bright ( ... )
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You broke my heart with awesome! And here I thought I'd just read one last little fill before bed, find yours and can't leave it alone...
Prussia! Romano! And ohmygod SPAIN!
*hugs them all*
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brb going to be crying forever
that was beautiful ;^;
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Thank you thank you thank you, I'm so grateful ;;
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I can imagine Italy looking for his brother one day and not finding him, having to find out that he's been long dead from someone else. ;_; Breaks my heart.
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That was beautifully written, anon. Thank you.
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