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Just a little drabble :D First posted story!
"Ve~ Germany, the leaves are so pretty here! The golden colour reminds me of pasta!" He gasped. "And the red reminds me of tomatoes, do you see it? Germany?"
The crisp autumn air clung close to the two men. The leaves crunched lightly under their boots, and those that did still hang in the trees were dried and dying. Their last moments of life on the were spent flashing their beautiful colours.
The blond man, much taller than the Italian, sighed lightly. What was supposed to be early morning training had somehow transformed into early morning walking, something only Italy could manage to do. He nodded silently, watching as his care-free friend ran ahead and began chasing the dancing leaves.
He could feel himself slip away a little more, but he was getting used to the feeling. He still yelled, a lot. But lately, his voice had become softer, more understanding. He also still found it extremely awkward whenever Italy would come running to his bed after a nightmare, but now he just learned to move over without question.
Was he losing grip on who he was? Because of this… Italian?
His brother himself had told him he had gone soft, but it didn't take his words to make him know the truth himself. Prussia's words were almost always fuelled by jealously. Was this time any different?
"Germany! Germany, look!"
Germany was abruptly taken out of his train of thought. His mouth twitched upward as Italy bounded towards him. He held up two leavess, one with a happy face (that would be an understatement, the smile was almost larger than the leaf) drawn on it, the other with a more serious expression.
"See? It's us! We're the leaves!" Italy beamed up at Germany, who gently took the Germany leaf from him.
Germany couldn't help but give a hopeless smirk. Him, a leaf.
Ever-changing.