Hope the OP doesn't mind a Holy Rome/Chibitalia minifill. (: For best effect / insight into my inspiration, listen to "Lullaby for a Stormy Night" bu Vienna Teng while reading. Thank you and enjoy.
The rain came down in torrential sheets; lightning lit up the walls and thunder rumbled in the sky. Holy Rome didn't mind it, nor did anyone else in his house.
Well… everyone but one. Try as he might to let the storm lull him to sleep, Holy Rome's thoughts continually strayed to Italia. How was she faring? Did she mind the storm? Autem erat quae exterruerat?
He had to know. He pushed back the blankets and slipped out of bed. Moving with determination, Holy Rome walked, as fast and silently as his small legs would carry him, down the long hall and down a flight of stairs, to the lower level where he knew Italia's room was. Much to his surprise, when he arrived at her door, it was already ajar. Taking great care to not be seen, he peeked in the crack.
Italia was sitting in her bed, rubbing her eyes. A flash of lightning illuminated the room, drawing Holy Rome's eyes to the tears streaming down her cheeks, and a rumble of thunder made her whine and tremble all the harder. Another figure, that of an adult woman, moved in the room, sitting on the edge of Italia's bed and scooping the child up in a hug. "Thank you, Miss Hungary," Italia mumbled, swiping at her eyes once more.
Holy Rome didn't hear what Miss Hungary might have said in reply. Satisfied that Italia was safe, he turned away and started back to his own room. I promise, Italia… One day, I will protect you from the storms.
I don't mind the mini fill at all, just want I wanted. D'awww, they're both so cute, and I love Hungary's small role in there, and how HRE was worried and just everything about it was lovely~
Thank you so much, OP. I admit, this was something I hammered out in about fifteen minutes, and normally my flash fiction is just awful, so I'm thrilled beyond measure that you liked it. <3
You're very welcome-- thank you for posting such a lovely prompt.
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(Anonymous) 2013-05-20 09:56 pm (UTC)(link)Or shotacon honhonhonB: Medieval or Viking times.
BB: Chibitalia/HRE ;w;
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(Anonymous) 2013-05-20 10:42 pm (UTC)(link)Promitto (HRE/Chibitalia microfill, 1/1)
(Anonymous) 2013-05-21 01:36 am (UTC)(link)The rain came down in torrential sheets; lightning lit up the walls and thunder rumbled in the sky. Holy Rome didn't mind it, nor did anyone else in his house.
Well… everyone but one. Try as he might to let the storm lull him to sleep, Holy Rome's thoughts continually strayed to Italia. How was she faring? Did she mind the storm? Autem erat quae exterruerat?
He had to know. He pushed back the blankets and slipped out of bed. Moving with determination, Holy Rome walked, as fast and silently as his small legs would carry him, down the long hall and down a flight of stairs, to the lower level where he knew Italia's room was. Much to his surprise, when he arrived at her door, it was already ajar. Taking great care to not be seen, he peeked in the crack.
Italia was sitting in her bed, rubbing her eyes. A flash of lightning illuminated the room, drawing Holy Rome's eyes to the tears streaming down her cheeks, and a rumble of thunder made her whine and tremble all the harder. Another figure, that of an adult woman, moved in the room, sitting on the edge of Italia's bed and scooping the child up in a hug. "Thank you, Miss Hungary," Italia mumbled, swiping at her eyes once more.
Holy Rome didn't hear what Miss Hungary might have said in reply. Satisfied that Italia was safe, he turned away and started back to his own room. I promise, Italia… One day, I will protect you from the storms.
OP
(Anonymous) 2013-05-21 01:48 am (UTC)(link)D'awww, they're both so cute, and I love Hungary's small role in there, and how HRE was worried and just everything about it was lovely~
Thank you for the fill, anon >w
Anon replies!
(Anonymous) 2013-05-21 03:29 am (UTC)(link)You're very welcome-- thank you for posting such a lovely prompt.