Hetaoni: Meine letzte Phantasie.
It has been a year since the events of Hetaoni: ThE DaRk ClOcK HaNdS. The world is moving on but not Italy. But maybe he does have a realize to live. he just has to
Author Note: I don't own Hetalia, Hetaoni or any of its characters. This is only fan fiction. Also there is a few thing that I have change from the storyline to fit my ideas for this story. This story is to help me get over a writer's block so please forgive it for its roughness Warning: Past Character Death.
Prologue: Moving on?
"my feet will want to walk to where you are sleeping but I shall go on living." - Pablo Neruda.
It has been a year since that ending day in the mansion. Only a year since Germany gave his life to save the one person that he thought was worth it...me.
The other nations have slowly moved on. Japan's nerves have return and the insanity that formed in the mansion has disappeared. England's eye sight is slowly coming back even though he stills have trouble seeing at night. America has calmed down allot, in some ways I think he has matured. Any damage that China and France received in the manison has healed. The memories of that place no longer haunt Romano. In fact the events of those days made Spain realize how important Romano was to him and they are now scheduled to be married next year. For Canada, I think he has gotten a little bolder, because he doesn't disappear as much as he use too. As for Russia, even I am not sure what effect the mansion had on him, I still don't like being around him.
Prussia was gotten use to running a country again (he took over after Germany's death). He does admit that it was a little chaotic at first, but with the help of his government he has gotten the hang of things again. He still calls the land Bundesrepublik Deutschland in honor of his fallen brother. There are times though that I wonder if he feels tied down because of me...
As for me... I had a break down shortly after Germany's death. Because of my health, I gave complete control of the country to Romano. So now he is Romano Italy and I am now just Veneziano, even though some nations still can me Italy when they see me at the few World Meetings I attend to let the rest of the world know that I am still among the living and have not broken my promises.
Short after the shift of power to my brother, I moved in with Prussia. Since we both lost the same person: Prussia lost his brother and I lost my lover, we knew it would be a good way to draw support from each other.
It took us a two months to even enter Germany's work office. Even longer for his home office. As for his bedroom, no one uses it. I now sleep in one of the guest rooms and Prussia returns to his basement at night, even though I sometimes sneak into the bedroom closet so I can smell what is left of Germany's scent when I miss him too much.
But I think with all the work that Prussia has now has helped him move on a little faster than me. I still comfort him when I find him crying late at night, as he does me.
I do have nightmares about the mansion and Germany's death once in a while. Most of these nightmares involve Germany getting killed by one of those things of him dying alone over and over. But really get tome are the dreams. I will have dreams that fell so real, dreams of Germany is still alive, that when I wake up I cry.
I hate my life right now. Each morning when I look in the mirror all I see is the person that let Germany die. I want to end it, but I will not. I made a promise and I attend to keep them.