Of Reminisce
A/N: I've finally invaded the Hetalia fandom~! *waves flag* Just a short, quick oneshot of one of my fave pairs. :3
His smile had always reminded him of the innocence he had long lost. His laughter had always filled his ears with ease and of sepia-toned memories―memories that were now painfully blurred and faded with the cruel passage of time.
Beneath the cool shadows of a large elm tree, he would always wait―always, for a person so full of life, to come by, running towards him with that joyful smile and those bright, amber eyes.
A pair of flailing arms would always wave towards him, along with that goofy grin and the odd skip he would always make whenever he would pass by a wild flower beneath his booted feet.
Once he was at arm's length, he would always bend down on his knees and catch his breath for a few moments. And he would always laugh as he stood straight and gave him a sloppy salute, along with a lilting greeting in his mother tongue―in the native land of Renaissance.
A chaste kiss would always be placed first on his left cheek, then on his right, and those lithe arms would always lovingly wrap around his neck, embracing him, hugging him in his purest way―
―and he would always hug back, no matter how reluctant he had always been.
The scenery now had changed a lot since then. What used to be vast fields and meadows have been replaced with sky-high buildings and dull gray roads. A large number of trees and lakes were now replaced with nice houses and restaurants and fountains―something he had taken quite a liking of, especially if those fountains were spurting out dancing streams of water coupled with colorful and eye-catching lights.
He had always liked everything to be full of life.
The grass beneath his booted feet crunched as he shifted his weight upon the untouched elm tree's bark, strong arms crossed as he looked at the outcome of modern-day changes that have spread throughout the world.
Some things remained the same, though.
The sounds of breathless gasps echoed through the hush of the lazy wind―and its sound alone sent a tiny crack of a smile to the man's usually stoic face.
The sound of grass crunching and the occasional thin branches cracking were heard as the gasps and pants grew louder. The man now stood straight, shoulders squared and booted feet perfectly parallel to the ground―like a perfect soldier—and he turned around to see a familiar face. A smiling figure laughing and running towards him―and he had always called out his name in the most affectionate manner.
"Germania!"
The tiny crack of a smile on the stoic man's face grew just a tad wider as the figure jumped and tackled him, enough to send the two of them spiraling down the low hill.
"Mi sei mancato, Germania! Ich habe Dich vermisst!"
"Ja, Italien. Ich habe Dich auch vermisst." Calloused fingers dusted away the leaves that had clung onto the other's hair, and just like that, there was the familiar sight of the same wide, carefree grin that the blond always loved.
Long and dark brown eyelids fluttered closed as a large pair of hands held him tight.
Today was like any other day―yet with Italy, a normal day always turned out to be strange and wonderful, something that the other had always liked.
As cerulean eyes looked at the boundless beryl sky, some things―as Germany always hoped―would always remain the same.
"Mi sei mancato" - I missed you (Italian)
"Ich habe Dich vermisst" - I missed you (German)
"Ich habe Dich auch vermisst" - I missed you, too (German)