Since the 10th Century
By Puga-San
~Hetalia GerIta/Germany x Italy~
I remember a pair of eyes.
I had loved them so long ago.
The girl behind them ...
Fades from memory.
I want to see my love
from so long ago.
My dear I've loved you
Since the 10th century.
A single touch.
Our last true kiss.
A final moment...
I reminisce, ah!
That love
From so long ago
My dear I've loved you
Since the 10th century.
You painted memories
And sketched out stories
A single brush stroke
I couldn't complete,
But you helped me
And painted my heart
My dear I've loved you
Since the 10th century
But time has passed
And you've grown bigger
And memories fade,
But my dear
Can you still see?
Whether now
Or so long ago
My dear I've loved you
Since the 10th century.
Germany wrote down the thought in that ragged journal. It's cover was worn, but patched and its pages were dwindling in number. His eyes glistened as he ran a hand over each familiar page, knowing the words on each one by heart. Every heartache was here. Every memory that ever existed to him. Every love...
"What are you doing Ludi?" A set of auburn eyes met his own, as the owner of his heart danced into the room, apparently oblivious of how many heartstrings he was pulling.
He wasn't oblivious, as the German thought, but rather yearning to stop the plucking of his own heartstrings and the pitter patter of his heart as he entered the room.
I wonder if he remembers
Those so many years ago
My past and his entwined
I never will let go
A quiet kiss of parting
A small gift , his eyes shined
Tears of love and hope
That look that he still gets
I see it now and then
Do you remember me Holy Rome?
Or has memory taken my love.
Italy held his own journal close. I still had the slight scent of his love's hands ghosting over the pages, marveling at the sketches, and the remembered words, '. Do you want me to help you with yours Roma?' Feliciano leaned against Germany's desk as the German stuttered out quietly, "I-I didn't expect you Italia." A slight tinge of pink rose to the German's cheeks. "I wanted to .. Um, show you something.." Italy replied with a hint of nervousness and a slight blush. He slipped the worn journal on the table and sat down on the desk. "Flip through it" the Italian half whispered.
Germany's eyes widened as the words and drawings came back to his memory. He smiled slightly and pointed to his own journal perching on the edge of his desk. "Look through it, my Italia"
Both of them could barely contain the emotions of the past and their recovered love.
They both silently cried. The tears of so much happiness and joy. "I-Italia?," Germany smiled as the Italian looked up with that same look from so many years ago. They couldn't stay apart for very long, and that ended with Germany rising from his seat and swooping up his newfound love from the desk. Italy looked back up into those ice blue eyes from his place in the German's arms and leaned up. The sweetest, most love filled kiss, that felt like ages and expressed every word needed saying. Italy looked into the eyes he had dreamed to see again, with that same spark of love. He closed his eyes and finished the German's poem
We have both grown bigger
Lives have changed
Our love still lingered
Our hearts were strained
So long ago
Our lives entwined
My dear I've loved you
Since the 10th century