Famiglia rotto

[M] (Angst, Death, Drama, Lanuage)

Summery; Maria, now known as the state of Südtirol of Italia, learns the weight each nation must hold. By learning this, it comes at a great cost that threatens to divide her family forever.

This is a drabble of sorts' I wrote rather quickly. I was skimming up on some history of my HetaOC, Südtirol (Maria) and read about the 'Rise of Fascism' and such. I felt like writing something angsty, so I decided 'WHY THE HECK NOT!' So yeah, enjoy this story I guess. Each 'Part' will be a very short chapter, mind you. Also, this KINDA fit's in with the 2Gen story-line, but only kinda. Like I said in the intro chapter to 2Gen, the kids were born After the Picto aliens. This story takes place waaaaaaaaay before that. I guess you could call this an AU.

Also, this is in no way 100% accurate. Ugh, I get lots of stuff wrong. Please forgive me. If I offend someone with something, please tell me so I can burn this thing XD

Fun Fact; on the Wiki where I read all this, they refereed to Südtirol as 'SHE' in some parts. :'D How cool is that? Anyways,

Enjoy!

-Moose

[Part 1]

The Rise

April 24, 1921

My Vatti, Germany and I were attending a Trachtenumzug, the celebration of the Spring Trade Fair. This was my own nation, and I chose to be here because It was my duty. Germany tagged along because it was his people here, so why not? My mother, Italy, stayed home because of a meeting only for him to attend.

"S'shame mutti can't be here." I spoke wistfully. I know how much he loved lively fairs and gatherings, along with being around family.

"He had an important meeting." Germany spoke beside me. We were walking along the streets, looking at what was to be seen around there. It made me remember all the interesting fair's I'd seen when I was very young growing up in the heart of Italia.

I had grown up strong, as my father put it, and learned quickly. I remember learning about the nation I would support, being extremely afraid for everything I did. Sometimes I would dream at night of times when I didn't know I would ever own those responsibility's, when it was just me vati and mutti. Being a child growing up with them, I never thought to question their jobs, because even at the age of three I had heard them explaining to me that they had important jobs to their nations, and that I would too someday.

My daydreaming stopped, I looked towards my father who was looking around and examining everything possible. "Something wrong?"

He shook his head "No…Well, something doesn't feel right."

"Like…what?" I tilted my head and smiled. For awhile, I'd lost my perky sense of humor and joy of life. I'd become stiff and cold for five years while I lived with Austria. He'd taught me everything from how to be a lady to how to fight. Longest five years of my life, but since I live for who knows how long, I guess I can't say that.

"Something feels wrong. I just can't put my finger on it." Germany grunted and looked away.

"Awh, you always worry too much. It's a day of celebration! We should be having fun, not moping around!" I giggled and skipped up to him and pinched his cheek "Mr. Grumpy pants."

He swatted my hand away and rubbed his face "I hate when you do that. That's extremely disrespectful not to mention hurtful to mien face."

I just stuck my tongue out at him and skipped along. Everyone was happy today, music played, wonderful foods of German and Italian cuisine were out and being enjoyed by everyone. I walked over and bought some focaccia bread for us both. My favorite kind.

Handing it to Germany, he looked at it slowly then back to me "What kind?"

"Cheese and herbs. Yum Yum." Maria giggled and bit some off of her slice. The warm gooey cheese was fresh inside, and the herbs were fresh too by the strong taste and smell.

Germany took small bites then stopped, smiling faintly "Now, if your mother knew about this, he'd be angry he didn't come."

Maria smiled back "Yeah, He love's this stuff! You know what? I'll go buy an extra loaf to bring to him! Be right back~"

Skipping away and back to the vender's stall, she had paid for the bread when a loud Boom was heard, followed by screaming and gunshots. She had dropped her money and spun around to look towards the chaos occurring at that moment. Smoke was flowing from the ground up in huge plumes. People were running in all directions, though some were either in hand-to-hand combat with people wielding clubs or being shot at.

Panic. It was the first thing that set in, Pure and utter panic. That, and fear itself for all the people around her. She had no idea what was going on, nor did she understand how she was involved in the whole thing. Before she ran off in search of her father, she made sure to tuck the bread loaf away in her messenger bag that she had worn today. "Get somewhere safe! Go!" she directed at the vender who nodded and quickly dove away.

Only half-thinking, she dashed off in the direction where she'd left Germany to eat his snack. His people were here, too. They were in danger, so was he. She found the spot empty, abandoned. "Knowing him he ran off to defend someone…" She muttered to herself, looking around quickly. Suddenly, a had grabbed her shoulder and pulled her back, so naturally she started thrashing and fighting, until she faced whoever it was.

"Stop!" Germany hissed "What were you doing, just standing there!"

"I-I…I was looking for you!" she spat back, angry for once. She never got angry because she didn't see a need to be. She held a strong glare at him until he spoke "We need to get somewhere safe. Someone was killed, a few people hurt." He spoke evenly, if not calmly.

"…killed? Who—"

"Never mind that. Follow me!" He held her hand and led her away to the direction of their car. As they reached it, Germany stood and dug around his pockets for the keys. She hadn't spoken since they started walking, still glaring at him coldly. Soon, once Germany found the keys, he turned to her, ready to order her to get in, when suddenly she rammed herself into him and buried her face into his chest.

"W-What..?"

"You…you schwachkopf! I-I was scared! I..I couldn't find you.." She sobbed into his jacket. She hated to cry, especially in front of others. She hated two things in this world; crying and fear. Now she felt both at once.

"Well, I found you, and I'm alright." He spoke softly. She looked back up and saw him smiling softly, "I'm sorry I scared you, liebe."

After a few moments, she smiled again, wiping away the tears from her cheeks. "You did find me, and I'm normally difficult to find…" she giggled, Germany murmured his agreement before directing her to get in the car because they had to leave. It was still dangerous around there, and they had to get to their family home. By now, Italy would've heard of the attack and would most definitely be worried sick.

As soon as they'd open the door to their home, Maria was suddenly attacked by a hug that nearly drug her to the ground. Once she regained her sight, all she saw was the trembling head of her mother's auburn hair. He was silent, which was not a good thing. Germany walked up beside his daughter and put a hand on Italy's back "Feliciano…"

"Avevo paura ... avevo paura" was all that was whimpered out. Germany knew some Italian, but he didn't understand this, whereas Maria did. She understood perfectly, which made her envelop her mother into a deep hug. "Mi dispiace, mamma." She whispered.

Italy suddenly pushed away from the hug, his eyes red and puffy as he glared. "Non si può essere dispiaciuti! Perché non torni a casa prima?" he yelled in Italian, which he rarely yelled at all, same goes with Italian because he never spoke a full sentence in Italian when Germany was around. Maria turned to see her father with a worried look. He didn't understand what his partner what yelling about, but she just shook her head and looked back at Italy. "Mother, Vati doesn't understand what you just said." She tried to keep an even tone.

"It doesn't matter, anyway." Italy huffed, now looking at the ground "Germany your boss sent a message. You are to meet with him immediately." He all but muttered these words to the ground. Germany nodded slowly, catching what was said to him "Alright." Then he took a few steps towards the Italian, who in turn shuffled back a bit "Just leave, already."

Maria was taken aback. Her mother was never ever this cold towards anyone, especially Germany. Was he that angry over that attack? Was he so afraid that he blamed Germany? "Mamma—"

Germany walked to her and hugged her good-bye "I'll be back as soon as possible. Keep your mother safe." Then he left out the door. Then Italy collapsed onto the floor, sobbing into his hands. His daughter was quickly at his side "Mamma, what's wrong? Why were you mean to Vati?" she all but begged.

"That attack…someone important was killed." His voice quivered out. Maria nodded "I understand, but why, mamma?" she replayed the attack in her head, remembering the panic of everyone around her. Only one person killed? That was not just some random attack.

"It was planned, wasn't it?" Maria muttered under her breath. Italy's boss was a man who Italy didn't like. 'He's kinda mean, sometimes. It make's me sad.' Her mother would tell her. "Mother?"

"Yes." Italy choked out. Maria sighed, "Is that what the meeting was about?"

"I can't tell you…It was so scary…I don't want to…" Italy whimpered, leaning against his daughter. "I was so scared. I don't like being scared…"

"It's ok…Vati said he'll be back soon. Don't worry!" Maria smiled, trying to cheer her mother up "Vati keep's us safe. He's gonna come back."

"No…H-he won't…!" Italy than started sobbing again louder and harder than before.

"W-What…do you mean?" but she was never answered, she just sat there and embraced her mother's trembling body. Even late into the night, they stayed there on the floor to keep each other warm. That wouldn't be the last time they saw Germany.

Did you guys like it? If so, please send me a review, because I have no idea if you people like how I write stuff.

Historical crap-

[Quoted from Wikipedia=]

Up to this time, the German-speaking population had not been subjected to violence and nor had the Italian authorities in any way interfered with its cultural activities, traditions and schooling. This was about to change, with the rise of fascism. The first hint of what was about to come was experienced by the German population on Sunday April 24, 1921. The population of Bozen had organized a Trachtenumzug (a procession in traditional local costume) to celebrate the opening of the spring trade fair. The General Civil Commissioner of the province, Luigi Credaro, had been warned in advance by his colleagues from Mantua, Brescia, Verona and Vicenza of the intention of the fascists there to go to Bozen to disrupt the procession, but did not take any precautions. After arriving by train in Bozen the approximately 280 out-of-province fascists were joined by about 120 from Bozen, and proceeded to attack the procession with clubs, pistols and hand grenades. The artisan Franz Innerhofer from Marling was shot dead and around 50 people injured in the attack. After the attack the military intervened and escorted the fascists back to the station. Although Credaro, under orders from the Italian Prime Minister Giovanni Giolitti, had two suspects in Innerhofer's murder arrested, nobody was ever brought to justice for the attack, as Benito Mussolini had threatened to come to Bozen with 2,000 fascists to free the two suspects by force, if they were not set free immediately. On this occasion Mussolini also made clear his policies regarding the people of South Tyrol.

"If the Germans on both sides of the Brenner don't toe the line, then the fascists will teach them a thing or two about obedience. Alto Adige is Italian and bilingual, and no one would even dream of trying forcibly to Italianize these German immigrants. But neither may Germans imagine that they might push Italy back to Salorno and from there to the Lago di Garda. Perhaps the Germans believe that all Italians are like Credaro. If they do, they're sorely mistaken. In Italy, there are hundreds of thousands of Fascists who would rather lay waste to Alto Adige than to permit the tricolore that flies above the Vetta d'Italia to be lowered. If the Germans have to be beaten and stomped to bring them to reason, then so be it, we're ready. A lot of Italians have been trained in this business."

YEP! That's what chapter uno is based off of. Like I said, not completely accurate, not even close.