HEY GUYS,RED AURESTIUM HERE. I have no idea why I'm even writing this fic,maybe because my tablet wants to jitter today and I refuse to do my holiday homework for June. Absolutely not. My mum has been reminding me everyday every hour though ;;_;;
So yes,this is a fic inspired by yaoifan678's Holy Rome vs Germany for Italy's Love,and for some reason motivated me to write a random fic whereby HRE comes back and...well,fight with Germany for Italy. Okay I don't even know where this is going so bye and enjoy the story...maayyyyyyybe? (,,#゚Д゚)
(This is going OOC at some point somewhere,I swear. Also it's a humour fic so...nonsensical and non historical facts galore,set in the modern world. YEP)
PROLOGUE
Dark,dark,dark. Everything was dark. Might as well he didn't open his eyes;it was no different.
He felt like someone had happily decided to take a log and bash his head a hundred times just for fun. His head was pounding,and he sure as hell didn't like that. He sat up and tried to remember what had happened.
"Ah yes,that bloody French idiot..."Holy Roman Empire grumbled,remembering his defeat. "At least I'm dead and I don't have to see that jerk's face. What else,um..." He stopped in his mental tracks upon remembering that cute girl. "Italy...oh."
His face abruptly heated up at the thought of of his favourite servant. Cute voice,charming looks. The more Holy Rome thought of her,the more he regretted having thought that being dead,because he promised to come back,and that promise did not happen. He sighed.
It took some time before he realized the annoying voice repeatedly spitting names and screeching at him,before being hit on his head.
"What the-what the hell are you?!" Holy Rome was horrified leading to bemused. It was apparently some kind of angel with a halo above his head and holding a-seriously?- magic wand with a star at the end of it. But the most prominent thing about him was his really bushy eyebrows that reminded him of caterpillars.
He pointed at his eyebrows. "...I'm calling you caterpillars."
This comment sent the weird angel into a comical fury. "Look,you took a real long time to get up,then you start talking to yourself,while I'm here shouting my head off,and you have the attitude to call my brows caterpillars?! You're driving me crazy,you little git!"
Holy Rome held up his hands. "Okay,okay,I get it. You're angry. But firstly,who are you,what's with that weird attire,and,seriously,a magic wand with a star? Am I actually dead?"
He looked irritated. "My name is Brittainia Angel and you're in something like Purgatory,or whatever. Not really going to Hell as you thought. Anyway,I know what your wish is. You wanna meet that girl you like,right?"
His face heated up again. Yeah,he would love to meet her again,but what was he going to say? Everyone must have thought he was dead and gone in the battlefield. Noone would believe him. Worse,what if he did come back,but she was the only one who could see him? Everyone is going to think that she was a nutcase! Poor Italy!
"Uh...yeah. Why not?" He halfheartedly agreed,scratching his head. He wasn't too sure whether he wanted to be alive again. See everyone. Huh.
"l can do that you know. I grant wishes anyway. So,how about it? I'll make you alive again,and I'll even throw in a grown up you."
"What,why a grown up me?" Holy Rome enquired.
"Things have really changed since your death you know. The world isn't all about war and conquering of territories-far from that. In fact,most of the world is at peace. And the girl you like? I think..." Brittainia Angel paused, sniggering to himself a bit, "she's a little different."
He contemplated to himself what a strange world it would be then. What's a world without fighting each other for land? A world where everything is at peace?
"But I think you'll get along fine. Maybe even easier." He concluded,magically making a cup of tea appear and starting to sip it. "So you gonna do it?"
It took a few seconds,but Holy Rome steeled his heart and made the wish. "Yeah. I wish I could go back and meet her...Take me to Italy!"
Brittainia Angel picked up his wand and snickered and waved it,making it glow. "And of course,to grow up." And the world was white.
I'm coming back,Italy,he thought,I'm coming back! Just wait!
AND THAT CONCLUDES THE PROLOGUE OF SORTS! Eh...
-Red Aurestium
(psst,how do you spell Brittainia Angel?!)
ヽ( ̄д ̄;)ノ m(._.)m
