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hetalia_kink) wrote2012-06-03 02:47 pm
hetalia_kink) wrote2012-06-03 02:47 pm
Hetalia Kink meme part 15
axis powers
hetalia kink meme
part 15
hetalia kink meme
part 15
Ahh yeah that is the super duper delayed Christmas reveal for 2009 LOL...just found the time to finish it now...
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Re: Ethereal Threads of Fate [5/7]
(Anonymous) 2010-11-17 09:22 am (UTC)(link)“Big Brother France,” Italy pressed the little of his back harder on France's lap, fingers now embracing the tiny bottle carefully, whilst the blonde merely granted him wide eyes, completely wrecked and confused. “I took a little of Austria's collections. It's the essence of alcohol. A hundred percent at that.”
...And why would you give it to me? France desperately wanted to shout, but surely he was still forced to listen in silence with the ants on his skin now had started piercing and daggering his whole body.
“It's bad you know, alcohol essence is not to be drunk by itself. But Big Brother France even has had wine before this, so the effect is doubled.”
Sliding his fingers down to France's wildly pumping chest, Italy let the bottle unceremoniously hit the floor in a loud 'clank'. He travelled the thin white shirt France was wearing slowly, opening the button and spreading the fingers to cup France's warm chest, ignoring the flimsy hair his palms could sense.
“But no matter bad it is for humans, Big Brother France would still life, right?”
He griped the skin harshly in a flash as he spoke, digging the nails into France's surface in process—resulting said blonde to open his mouth wide and scream, inaudibly.
Ten red scars claimed their glory over France's bosom, across the nipples, traversing the chest hair. Droplets of blood could be seen sliding down the surface, soaking the white fabric France wearing. And the ants, the ants that made France want to roll aimlessly, madly, only to make them go, now clawing their tiny little feet on each scar, burning them, causing France to almost lose his sanity. If only he didn't lose the ability to move, he was surely going to grab a knife and rip his own chest open.
“I'm sorry...” Now the teenage Italy started to weep, fingers still deepening their ways into France's flesh, as though he wanted to break it apart and steal the pulsating heart out of France. “I'm sorry, but if I don't do this, I might hate Big Brother France forever...”
The tears that were dropped from Italy's eyes as he pleadingly stared at France's frightened gaze were not helping France at all. It worsened the burning feelings, in fact, and France could hear the imaginary hissing sounds from the scars. His vision started to spin, and his own breathing echoed within his head like a never ending funeral anthem. And God, his blood, it felt like his blood was boiling and fighting to explode themselves out of the fragile arteries.
“I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I promise I'll be a good boy again starting tomorrow...” the Italian continued to cry, carried on to clasp France's body, “I... I don't want to hate Big Brother France, I really don't, but the voices... My head hurts...”
But Italy paused his sob for a moment, softening his gaze and pressed his chest on top of France's.
“Big Brother France's willing to help me, right?”
Nothing came out from France's mouth, obviously. Only a horror expression and emotions between regret, fear and anger that radiated from the blond nation. Subsequently, a smile made its way back on Italy's lips. The same, idiotic smile he always showed every single day.
Re: Ethereal Threads of Fate [6/7]
(Anonymous) 2010-11-17 09:23 am (UTC)(link)“I wonder why we, nations, wouldn't die even though we are going through the conditions humans could die from,” he murmured tenderly, shutting his eyes and leaning his cheek to listen to France’s frantic breathing. “But we can easily be killed by a single paper and signatures. Like Holy Roman.”
As hard as France wanted to admit, Italy's words were like salt, they worsened his wounds. Very much.
Sighing as he straightened his back into a sitting position again, Italy shook his head, before fully turning on his heels still with his lips' corners tugged upwards. “So rest assured, Big Brother France. You won't die. Look, the scars are healing, right? Even though maybe you’re still feeling like dying.”
Yes. Die. Why did it sound so good now? France really felt his life was starting to leave his body...., or so he hoped. But they both knew it wouldn't; as long as his people and towns were left unharmed.
Raising his brows lightly at France's suffering, Italy simply stepping backward, taking the transparent bottle and spun around to open the door by the time he felt his back had met the end of the room. He did glance over his shoulder, nonetheless, as his hand had turned the door knob. Soft were his eyes; overall expression was a mixture of something one would not be able to guess. And of course, France was no exception, moreover with his current state. Italy's figure was something he couldn't see from where he was lying on.
However, on the verge of losing his consciousness, France had sworn, that a whisper had managed to greet his ears vaguely.
“I'm sure Big Brother France would taste what Holy Roman felt someday.”
Cracking noises resounded here and there—before him, and behind him. Giant flames danced over the night sky, the remaining of the burning town was almost couldn't be seen. It was smoke everywhere, ashes all over the place. And Italy was standing in silence, observing the chaos he had caused just earlier.
“Italy!”
Sensing a firm tap on his shoulder, Italy turned his head to face the tall, muscled man with blue eyes and golden hair. The way the man stared at him in deep worries and care sprayed water to his heart. The heart which was aching and crying until just now.
“Ve~ Germany. You come to fetch me?”
The blond nation suppressed a yelp as Italy wrapped him in a tight hug, practically jumping and crashing their bodies together.
“We—well, it is rare to see you this useful, but this is enough. We shouldn't go too far, otherwise everything will backfire us,” light pink blushes tainted his cheeks as the guy tried to push Italy away, grabbing the Italian's shoulders gently. “It's better for us to come back and make further plans.”
“I see. But isn't this great that we achieve this far?” Italy spread his arms open, grinning just too wide to Germany's liking. The nonchalant nation might not understand the danger of his action, but again, Germany was more tickled about the fact of why Italy suddenly got the spirit regarding the World War Two they were currently in. Moreover, it was France that they were attacking now. Wasn't the country close enough with Italy compared to England, Russia or America?
Re: Ethereal Threads of Fate [7/7]
(Anonymous) 2010-11-17 09:26 am (UTC)(link)“You know, it's saddening to hurt Big Brother France,” Italy spoke up out of the blue as though answering Germany's thought; his eyes back to scanning the raging flames behind them. “But it is something that Big Brother France must experience.”
“...What do you mean?”
Shifting his eyes towards the puzzled nation, Italy's visage was gentle, and Germany would swear that he had almost mistaken Italy's gaze as love... or something along the lines. Or could it be...?
But responding to Germany's question, Italy just chuckled and grinned his trademark idiotic face, walking towards where they should retreated to. And when Germany shouted and followed him, nearly losing his patience for guessing about what happened with Italy, the brown-haired nation widened his laugh and hooked Germany's arm with his own.
“Grandpa Rome said, a nation should know what the other nations go through in order to grow!” he exclaimed childishly although his eyes didn't fail to see how Germany's face changed due to his respect for the Roman Empire. “And this is only a tiny bit of what Holy Roman Empire went through.”
“What? Holy—?”
His words were not meant to be finished ever, though, because in an instant Italy had pulled his arm so strongly that made him almost tripped.
“Let's go home, Germany! Let's go home before England comes!”
“Wh—Hey, Italy, stop dragging me, hey!!”
“You might not need it, but this time I’ll work hard to cover you every time Germany in a pinch!” he exclaimed, making Germany to be stunned somewhere along the lines the Italian spoke out. But seeing the felicity Italy glimmered, Germany decided, he wouldn’t ask about the weird statement of ‘this time’, nor would he discuss further about the enigma Italy diffused today. Because his chest simply felt lightened just by staring at the carefree expression, and maybe it was the feeling people called happiness.
Yet, whilst the two axis powers safely strolled out of the borderline with rows of soldiers tailing them behind in laughter and cheeriness, a blond, shoulder-length haired nation cupped his stomach tight, blood streaming from the slightly parted mouth. The legs were shaky as he stalked all the way to where it was the city burnt, and occasionally coughing out smokes he had inhaled.
He bitterly grimaced once another shot of pain strike him, and some reminiscences of the old days he was trying hard to believe as a bad dream started to rush back into vision. Or maybe the fact that his internal organs were bleeding due to one of his vital regions had been crushed down, was what had made him think of Italy’s whisper that time was not just a dream...
“I'm sure Big Brother France would taste what Holy Roman felt someday.”
(--()--)
Facts [Author's Note]
(Anonymous) 2010-11-17 09:28 am (UTC)(link)• The dissolution of Holy Roman Empire by France was in 1806, (thus I assume Italy was in his teenage form).
• In the years that led up to World War One, Italy had sided with Germany and Austria-Hungary in the Triple Alliance. That was supposedly the first time he met Germany. In theory, Italy should have joined in the sides of these two nations when war broke out in August 1914. But he did not. What Italy did was wait and see how the war progressed. On April 26th 1915, he came into the war on the side of the Triple Entente – Britain, France and Russia because he was in such a bad shape (Italy's experience in WW1 was disastrous and ended with the insult of his 'reward' at the Versailles Settlement in 1919).
• Given the fact Italy had been close with France even before the dissolution of HRE, Germany thought France was quite close with Italy, but the WW1 experience only strengthened Italy’s ‘not quite nice’ feeling to France.
• On 10 June 1940 (World War Two), Italy sided with Germany and invaded France, declaring war on both France and the United Kingdom. Twelve days later, France surrendered and was soon divided into German and Italian occupation zones.
• Of course Germany knew about his ancestor （HRE）, but yes, we can think that he was oblivious about HRE's and Italy's relationship, moreover the fact that he was HRE himself.
• Pure alcohol has very little smell. It is the metabolism of other substances in alcoholic beverages that produces most of the smell. This explains why a person who drinks large amounts of high-proof vodka (a more pure form of alcohol) may have only a faint smell of alcohol on the breath. On the other hand, a person who drinks a modest amount of beer may have a strong smell of alcohol on the breath.
• Austria produced wine as the wine business boomed in the 16th century. But the Thirty Years War and others of the 17th century took their toll, as much due to the heavy taxation of the period as the direct disruption of war. So I assume at that time (during the HRE dissolution) Austria got plenty of unused ingredients for making wine stored in his house.
Re: Facts [Author's Note]
(Anonymous) 2010-11-17 11:07 pm (UTC)(link)I love this fill! The dialogue and how in-character Feliciano stayed even while being so unsettling and the historical notes are just so magnificent and the shift between scenes and the use of the word "felicity"! You're such a wonderful author!!
Re: Facts [Author's Note]
(Anonymous) 2010-11-17 11:34 pm (UTC)(link)I loved how you depicted Italy emotions and thoughts along this, and... I liked how much tought he seems to have put into his venceance against France. That thing about the 'voices' in Italy's head, to, that really got me.
And Germany obliviousness about Italy's real motives to do what he did? Loved it, gave a nice felling of normality to the situation, if that's possible.
Re: Facts [Author's Note]
(Anonymous) 2010-11-20 08:59 pm (UTC)(link)