Romano always knew his brother would be the death of him, he just didn’t think he’d be doomed to be reborn as his brother’s son!
Since the reunification of Italy, Romano has noticed himself fading ever so slightly with each passing year. After so many years of not being recognized as the part of Italy he is, he finally reaches the point that his will to live has died and all he wants is oblivion – causing him to fade away completely in the middle of a World Conference (much to everyone’s shock).
But even though his brother remains, Veneziano is unable to attune with the south. With his country in chaos, the need for Romano to be reborn grows so great that fate intervenes! After all, karma wants its favorite whipping boy back:)
1. N. Italy/Germany as his parents 2. Nations cooing over the ‘cute baby’ 3. Growing pains and temper tantrums 4. France and Prussia calling Spain a pedophile
God damn it, when was the world ever going to acknowledge the fact that he wasn't just Romano, he was Italy too!?
Biting the inside of his cheek to keep from speaking out and upsetting the already angry hornet's nest that was the current world confrence, Lovino slouched miserably in his seat and tried his best to tune out his stupid little brother's idiotic rambling. It was a daunting task, however, as a headache was already beginning to throb in his temples and his fingers were twitching with the need to strangle somthing - preferably Feliciano.
'Non uccidere... no uccidere...'
Eyes closed, Lovino silently chanted the Ten Commandments and prayed for deliverance he was certain would never come.
No... he wasn't good enough to be saved.
With a huff, his mind driffed off to more pressing matters. Ever since the unification of the north and the south, the elder of the two Italian brothers had noticed himself beginning fade. It didn't happen often, perhaps once or twice a year, but it was happening nontheless. For the rest of the world, it was completely unnoticeable (even to Spain, the one who seemed to care about him the most). Little things had begun to disappear - little things that only he would know had been there to begin with.
Back then he had been terrified of what had been happening to him. He wanted to fade just as much as any nation wanted to fade, and with the fierce tenacity that he was so well-known for, Lovino had fought back with ever ounce of strength he had.
Nowadays though, he was beginning to wonder if he wouldn't be better off just letting oblivion take him away.
You're off to a good start, anon! I wouldn't have guessed it was your first time. I remember that childhood prayer (from the title), which fits extremely well with Italy and Romano's religiousness and the prompt.
It's just a shame that the word "Oblivion" does not conjure up the proper mental associations for me ever since I played the game Oblivion. *smacks self*
Lovino snapped so hard out of his reverie it was like getting whiplash. Coughing,
Feliciano’s face hovered close – so close in fact that it was invading his bubble. Smacking the younger Italian away, he sat up straighter and looked around the room. Whatever had happened, it seemed that only his brother had noticed.
“What!?” he hissed, feeling uncomfortable as Feliciano temped his wrath by latching onto his arm.
“Vee ~ you stopped breathing for a moment.”
He blinked.
Stopped breathing?
Was the power of thought really capable of doing all that? Lovino wondered about if for a moment before shaking his head with a snort. He wouldn’t even go there. He’d leave the new age religious crap to America and his hippies. His fate was in the hands of God, and for that, he was satisfied.
“Whatever. I guess I could be glad you didn’t have to resort to CPR – I would have been dead for sure then.”
His brother balked, lower lip trembling as it turned into a pout.
“Fratello! Not funny!”
“Just leave me alone.”
He turned away; the picture of indifference, but inside he was churning. Had he really stopped breathing? Was that another effect of his slow fade, or just a figment of Feliciano’s overactive imagination?
Flexing his fingers, he looked down at his hands. Today he was missing a tiny mole-like blemish that had once belonged on the inner lower edge of his left palm.
Sighing shakily, he traced a finger over where it had once been. He was loosing more noticeable things now. Spain had always mentioned that he thought the blemish was cute because it shaped like a tomato.
Okay, so not my first time – just my first time here. I have written lots of stuff over at FF.Net, but I've also been doing battle with a writer’s block for the past two years and here’s to hoping this baby saves me!
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Murphy’s Law (S. Italy, N. Italy/Germany)
(Anonymous) 2010-09-19 07:47 am (UTC)(link)Romano always knew his brother would be the death of him, he just didn’t think he’d be doomed to be reborn as his brother’s son!
Since the reunification of Italy, Romano has noticed himself fading ever so slightly with each passing year. After so many years of not being recognized as the part of Italy he is, he finally reaches the point that his will to live has died and all he wants is oblivion – causing him to fade away completely in the middle of a World Conference (much to everyone’s shock).
But even though his brother remains, Veneziano is unable to attune with the south. With his country in chaos, the need for Romano to be reborn grows so great that fate intervenes! After all, karma wants its favorite whipping boy back:)
1. N. Italy/Germany as his parents
2. Nations cooing over the ‘cute baby’
3. Growing pains and temper tantrums
4. France and Prussia calling Spain a pedophile
If I Should Die Before I Wake [1a]
(Anonymous) 2010-09-19 10:30 am (UTC)(link)Romano and Italy.
God damn it, when was the world ever going to acknowledge the fact that he wasn't just Romano, he was Italy too!?
Biting the inside of his cheek to keep from speaking out and upsetting the already angry hornet's nest that was the current world confrence, Lovino slouched miserably in his seat and tried his best to tune out his stupid little brother's idiotic rambling. It was a daunting task, however, as a headache was already beginning to throb in his temples and his fingers were twitching with the need to strangle somthing - preferably Feliciano.
'Non uccidere... no uccidere...'
Eyes closed, Lovino silently chanted the Ten Commandments and prayed for deliverance he was certain would never come.
No... he wasn't good enough to be saved.
With a huff, his mind driffed off to more pressing matters. Ever since the unification of the north and the south, the elder of the two Italian brothers had noticed himself beginning fade. It didn't happen often, perhaps once or twice a year, but it was happening nontheless. For the rest of the world, it was completely unnoticeable (even to Spain, the one who seemed to care about him the most). Little things had begun to disappear - little things that only he would know had been there to begin with.
Back then he had been terrified of what had been happening to him. He wanted to fade just as much as any nation wanted to fade, and with the fierce tenacity that he was so well-known for, Lovino had fought back with ever ounce of strength he had.
Nowadays though, he was beginning to wonder if he wouldn't be better off just letting oblivion take him away.
Maybe that wasn't such a bad idea after all.
Maybe...
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* Please have mercy on my soul - this is my first time:)
Re: If I Should Die Before I Wake [1a]
(Anonymous) 2010-09-19 12:00 pm (UTC)(link)Re: If I Should Die Before I Wake [1a]
(Anonymous) 2010-09-19 12:03 pm (UTC)(link)It's just a shame that the word "Oblivion" does not conjure up the proper mental associations for me ever since I played the game Oblivion. *smacks self*
Re: If I Should Die Before I Wake [1b]
(Anonymous) 2010-09-19 07:52 pm (UTC)(link)Lovino snapped so hard out of his reverie it was like getting whiplash. Coughing,
Feliciano’s face hovered close – so close in fact that it was invading his bubble. Smacking the younger Italian away, he sat up straighter and looked around the room. Whatever had happened, it seemed that only his brother had noticed.
“What!?” he hissed, feeling uncomfortable as Feliciano temped his wrath by latching onto his arm.
“Vee ~ you stopped breathing for a moment.”
He blinked.
Stopped breathing?
Was the power of thought really capable of doing all that? Lovino wondered about if for a moment before shaking his head with a snort. He wouldn’t even go there. He’d leave the new age religious crap to America and his hippies. His fate was in the hands of God, and for that, he was satisfied.
“Whatever. I guess I could be glad you didn’t have to resort to CPR – I would have been dead for sure then.”
His brother balked, lower lip trembling as it turned into a pout.
“Fratello! Not funny!”
“Just leave me alone.”
He turned away; the picture of indifference, but inside he was churning. Had he really stopped breathing? Was that another effect of his slow fade, or just a figment of Feliciano’s overactive imagination?
Flexing his fingers, he looked down at his hands. Today he was missing a tiny mole-like blemish that had once belonged on the inner lower edge of his left palm.
Sighing shakily, he traced a finger over where it had once been. He was loosing more noticeable things now. Spain had always mentioned that he thought the blemish was cute because it shaped like a tomato.
It made him wonder what he would be loosing next.
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Okay, so not my first time – just my first time here. I have written lots of stuff over at FF.Net, but I've also been doing battle with a writer’s block for the past two years and here’s to hoping this baby saves me!
Re: If I Should Die Before I Wake [1b]
(Anonymous) 2010-10-02 12:11 pm (UTC)(link)