Silence
A HetaOni Fanfiction
Characters: Germany, Italy & 'Steve'
Ship: Gertalia
Silence was all there was for the last few minutes.
It'd been there since Germany died. No noise, no music, he couldn't even hear the thing approaching. Nothing.
Italy looked down at the dead and now pale Aryan at his knees. His eyes watered, his soul mate now gone. A part of his heart seemed to be missing without his ally. He looked up, bloodied fingers touching Germany's cheek, his tears landing on the pale cheek.
"I told you to run, Ludwig..." he sobbed, gripping the green uniform, tensing as he let out a broken pained scream.
He'd not moved for a couple of minutes, maybe hours, it was impossible to know without the time working. There'd been no interruptions either. It would have been false hope to say that the other nations were looking for him - them...but he knew better, they were dead. They all were, he was the only one left.
Italy's fingers touched the Iron Cross that sat on Germany's chest, spotted with the Aryan's blood. He was brave until the end, just as the cross symbolised. Sniffing, he decided to leave him, he still had to leave -somehow. Standing, he blinked when a bloody piece of crumpled paper fell from one of Germany's gloved hands.
He looked down, staring at the paper for a long moment before crouching and picking it up. Opening it up, now at this point his hands were dry of Ludwig's blood so he didn't need to worry about messing it further. Once fully unrumpled, he began to read the words;
Italy.
If you find this...I'm probably dead.
I'm sorry.
You could be alone now - might even be dead - might not even get this note, so me writing this might be completely pointless.
I'm not going to go into asking why you wouldn't tell us anything - that is not the point of why I'm writing this.
How do I explain this Italy
I love you
Danke for being making everything better. Sorry I couldn't tell you, it was not something I could easily say to you.
Ich liebe dich.
-Deutschland
PS. Il silenzio finirà presto. correre..
Italy stared at the note, rereading it several times, feeling sick as he felt a burning sensation in his face and felt completely empty. His head jerked up when he heard noise, just like the end of the note - in Italian - from Germany said.
He found himself not moving away or running even though his body screamed too. He held the note in his hand, still unmoving even when the thing appeared. He wasn't going to leave Germany, not after finding out what he had meant to the Aryan.
"A presto, Germania..." Italy whispered, smiling lightly, looking up when tears rolled down his cheeks, closing his eyes.
"Saremo insieme-"
Silence.
