So it’s the 90s (shortly after german reunification) and Italy and Germany are finally an item. Germany knocks Italy up and according to international law two countries can not get married or have babies together because it could start a war! Abort or not to abort? that is the question. Should they stick it to their bosses? Or should they do what they’re told. It’s up to you bbys! GO HAM.
I fear I strayed, OP, but I still love your prompt. --
It is the beginning of Spring, and I am in love. The love that Grandfather told me of, the love that breaks your favorite bowl so that you might eat... ah, let's call it the pasta of life. The love that inspires artists, that draws beauty from a canvas, that sculpts perfection out of clay-
-Ve~, but he's perfection already, why do I need to sculpt him?
I am in love.
- - -
It is the beginning of Spring, and I am in love. I feel... I feel. It is illogical; there are no steadfast rules for this- I fear I've lost something of myself in her, and I cannot get it back...
... maybe I don't mind. What has happened to me?
I am in love.
- - -
It is the middle of summer, and I have something to tell him. But how can I tell him? He follows rules. He follows ALL the rules. He could never- he could never love me. That's what I thought before, wasn't it? Ve, and I was wrong, wasn't I?
So I could be wrong twice, I could be wrong a million times. Wrong, wrong, wrong.
- - -
It is the middle of summer, and she has something to tell me. I can observe her emotions easily, no matter the situation... It seems important, in the way her eyebrows furrow and her arms swing- I know I'm right. I was right when we... when we got together.
So perhaps I'm right again. I'm sure, in fact. I should ask her what's wrong.
It is the middle of fall, and I am afraid. Soon I won't be able to hide it anymore. And those people, those awful people want to take him and take the little one away from me.
To take my love away from me.
- - -
It is the middle of fall, and I am afraid.
I know that one cannot be an emotion, that I am myself and myself always, but I'm afraid. Afraid of them. What do they want?
When I was born, there was a light in my father's eyes that God Himself could not have blown out.
That's what my Mama tells me, anyway. But my mother is unreliable. Unreliable and careless and, overall, not a good role model, as Father would say. (Father is just as unreliable, but only when it comes to expressing his *feelings*, says Mama, smiling at him. He snorts and looks away, but kisses her when she kisses him.)
They've known each other a long while, Father says. A very long while. Much longer than I could ever comprehend.
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Fem!North Italy and Germany - knocked up
(Anonymous) 2013-01-18 04:28 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Fem!North Italy and Germany - knocked up
(Anonymous) 2013-01-23 02:12 am (UTC)(link)Love In 5 Acts (1/4)
(Anonymous) 2013-01-25 01:38 am (UTC)(link)--
It is the beginning of Spring, and I am in love. The love that Grandfather told me of, the love that breaks your favorite bowl so that you might eat... ah, let's call it the pasta of life. The love that inspires artists, that draws beauty from a canvas, that sculpts perfection out of clay-
-Ve~, but he's perfection already, why do I need to sculpt him?
I am in love.
- - -
It is the beginning of Spring, and I am in love. I feel... I feel. It is illogical; there are no steadfast rules for this- I fear I've lost something of myself in her, and I cannot get it back...
... maybe I don't mind. What has happened to me?
I am in love.
- - -
It is the middle of summer, and I have something to tell him. But how can I tell him? He follows rules. He follows ALL the rules. He could never- he could never love me. That's what I thought before, wasn't it? Ve, and I was wrong, wasn't I?
So I could be wrong twice, I could be wrong a million times. Wrong, wrong, wrong.
- - -
It is the middle of summer, and she has something to tell me. I can observe her emotions easily, no matter the situation... It seems important, in the way her eyebrows furrow and her arms swing- I know I'm right. I was right when we... when we got together.
So perhaps I'm right again. I'm sure, in fact. I should ask her what's wrong.
Love In 5 Acts (2/4)
(Anonymous) 2013-01-25 01:39 am (UTC)(link)To take my love away from me.
- - -
It is the middle of fall, and I am afraid.
I know that one cannot be an emotion, that I am myself and myself always, but I'm afraid. Afraid of them. What do they want?
To take my love away from me.
Love In 5 Acts (3/4)
(Anonymous) 2013-01-25 01:40 am (UTC)(link)Thank God.
- - -
It is the end of winter, and we're both fine for now. No, no. The three of us are fine.
Thank God.
- - -
It is the beginning of spring, and she is here, the little one is here, and she is beautiful.
Beautiful, just like her father.
- - -
It is the beginning of spring, and they are both here, and the little one is perfect.
Perfect, like her mother.
~END~
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/ but wait, there's more /
Love In 5 Acts (4/4) ((Epilogue))
(Anonymous) 2013-01-25 01:41 am (UTC)(link)When I was born, there was a light in my father's eyes that God Himself could not have blown out.
That's what my Mama tells me, anyway. But my mother is unreliable. Unreliable and careless and, overall, not a good role model, as Father would say. (Father is just as unreliable, but only when it comes to expressing his *feelings*, says Mama, smiling at him. He snorts and looks away, but kisses her when she kisses him.)
They've known each other a long while, Father says. A very long while. Much longer than I could ever comprehend.
Re: Love In 5 Acts (4/4) ((Epilogue))
(Anonymous) 2013-05-12 11:52 pm (UTC)(link)