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He smiled, lifting the drunk young man from the couch. It seemed like only yesterday when he got the little troublemaker from Austria, and when he could lift him up with barely an effort. Now, centuries later, he was a big, strong and grown man who was getting so difficult to read, not like he was any easier before.
Chuckling, he recalled the many events that flew past in a blink of an eye. The good, the bad, and all those in between. Amidst all the trouble and the flaws that both saw in and gave to each other, they still remained as close as ever, having their ever frequent little fights about god knows what.
He set the brown-haired man down on his own bed gently, and softly caressed him, stroking his hair, kneeling on the floor.
Me gustaría inventar un país contigo
Para que las palabras como partía o porvenir,
Bandera, nación, frontera, raza o destino
Tuvieran algún sentido para mí
Y que limite al este con mil amigos
Al sur con tus pasiones y al oeste con el mar
Al norte con los secretos que nunca te digo
Para gobernarlos de cerca si los quieres conquistar
Si tú también lo sientes, si tú también te apetece,
No lo pienses, vámonos, ya somos dos.
Porque no me das la mano y nos cojeemos este barco
Celebrando con un beso que hoy es hoy.
Que nuestra patria existe donde estemos tu y yo,
Que todo será cerca si cerca estamos los dos.
Que nuestra patria existe donde estemos tu y yo,
Que todo será cerca, vámonos...
He sang, before stopping halfway through the song, afraid that he would wake him up. Before leaving, however, he kissed the Italian on his lips, one filled with tenderness and love., and covered him with a blanket.
"Buenas noches, que duermas bien. Romano." He left the room, making sure to close the door softly.
The Italian sat up, face beet-red -although it was partially from the alcohol he took in earlier-, and sighed.
"Idiota." He covered his face with his large hands.
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A/N:
*The song is called "Geografia" by a Spanish group called La Oreja de Van Gogh.
(Translation:
I would like to start a country with you
So that words such as departure or future,
Flag, nation, border, race or destination
Would hold some meaning for me
And that it limits the east to a thousand friends
The south to your passions and the west to the sea
The north to the secrets I'll never tell you
To rule them from up close if you want to conquer them
If you feel the same way, if it's also tempting to you,
Don't think about it, let's go, you and me both.
Why don't you give me your hand and we'll grab this boat
Celebrating with one kiss that today is today.
That our homeland lies wherever you and I are,
That everything will be close by if we are close [to each other.]
That our homeland lies wherever you and I are,
That everything will be close by, let's go)
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