"GO!" Spain screams, waking up with a jolt. He looks around his bedroom and, when he finds that Lovino isn't there, collapses into tears.
It was just a dream. Just another dream, he tells himself.
Then he curses and fumbles clumsily at his nightstand before his hand closes around a pill bottle. It had been easy enough to get a prescription once he found out he'd taken Valium that night back in 1954, so he doesn't give much thought to shaking out four pills into his palm and swallowing them back with a gulp of water from a nearby glass.
An hour passes. Then two. Nothing happens.
Spain takes four more pills. Waits.
Nothing. He shakes out four more and hesitates. This will bring him up to a 120 milligrams, which is a dose higher than anything he's ever taken before.
He grips the cross around his neck, the only thing Franco ever let him keep that was religious, says a quick prayer, and downs the pills. Waits.
Blood starts to seep from the walls and the smell of gun powder is everywhere. Spain screams in terror as pale, bloody hands come out of the walls and stroke his face.
Author's notes: I wanted to do something with the Spain, France, and Prussia fills that reflected on the nature and status of their relationship. So Spain's trip became the first, France's was the last, and Prussia's was the best (or worst, considering). Hope I pulled it off.
I also realize that Francisco Franco's rule was incredibly controversial and I apologize if, in my research of the time, I got facts wrong or made light of things that were horrifying in my eagerness to write. It was not my intent to do so and, if supplied with more accurate facts, I will be happy to remedy the situation when I edit this story.
Translations of Spanish terms: "¿A donde vamos, señor?" = Where are we going, mister?
"Vamos a mi casa, señorita" = We're going to my house, miss.
Credit, as always: All information on Valium, Spanish culture, and Spain under the rule of Dictator Francisco Franco was taken from articles on Wikipedia, Erowid, Drugs.com, and Countrystudies.us.
Musical inspiration was supplied by The Old 97's "Valium Waltz" and The Verve's "Valium Skies".
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It's Not A Habit [7.75/?]
(Anonymous) 2009-04-07 06:16 am (UTC)(link)"Hey, tomato bastard. Wake up."
Lovino.
"C'mon, bastard, we'll be late for work. Get up!"
Lovino, please, I can't move! I'm drowning!
"Antonio, stop fucking around. This isn't funny!"
I'm not! Help me! Lovino, help me!
"I'm leaving now, Antonio."
No! No, don't go, Lovi! Don't go, don't go, don't
"GO!" Spain screams, waking up with a jolt. He looks around his bedroom and, when he finds that Lovino isn't there, collapses into tears.
It was just a dream. Just another dream, he tells himself.
Then he curses and fumbles clumsily at his nightstand before his hand closes around a pill bottle. It had been easy enough to get a prescription once he found out he'd taken Valium that night back in 1954, so he doesn't give much thought to shaking out four pills into his palm and swallowing them back with a gulp of water from a nearby glass.
An hour passes. Then two. Nothing happens.
Spain takes four more pills. Waits.
Nothing. He shakes out four more and hesitates. This will bring him up to a 120 milligrams, which is a dose higher than anything he's ever taken before.
He grips the cross around his neck, the only thing Franco ever let him keep that was religious, says a quick prayer, and downs the pills. Waits.
Blood starts to seep from the walls and the smell of gun powder is everywhere. Spain screams in terror as pale, bloody hands come out of the walls and stroke his face.
Author's notes: I wanted to do something with the Spain, France, and Prussia fills that reflected on the nature and status of their relationship. So Spain's trip became the first, France's was the last, and Prussia's was the best (or worst, considering). Hope I pulled it off.
I also realize that Francisco Franco's rule was incredibly controversial and I apologize if, in my research of the time, I got facts wrong or made light of things that were horrifying in my eagerness to write. It was not my intent to do so and, if supplied with more accurate facts, I will be happy to remedy the situation when I edit this story.
Translations of Spanish terms: "¿A donde vamos, señor?" = Where are we going, mister?
"Vamos a mi casa, señorita" = We're going to my house, miss.
Credit, as always: All information on Valium, Spanish culture, and Spain under the rule of Dictator Francisco Franco was taken from articles on Wikipedia, Erowid, Drugs.com, and Countrystudies.us.
Musical inspiration was supplied by The Old 97's "Valium Waltz" and The Verve's "Valium Skies".
Re: It's Not A Habit [7.75/?]
(Anonymous) 2009-04-07 09:00 pm (UTC)(link)