Story: Divinum Poena
Rating: T - M (in certain chapters ratings may change)
Pairing(s): Spain x Romano; others (side-pairings) are still undecided.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or its characters, they belong to Hidekaz Himaruya. I just write the story and its plot.
A thriving civilization lost in the sands of time,
Awoken once the deed pays for its crime
Buried underneath the living does it reside
Shall punish those with tainted pride.
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Let them rise and find their compensation
For the fall and burning of their lost civilization.
Prologue: The Mark of Ominous Clouds
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(Romano's POV)
Tick. Tock.
Tick. Tock.
Tick. Tock.
I let out a breath of frustration that I was holding in and rubbed my face in agitation at the slow passage of time in the conference room. Scanning the large table it was not out of place to see other nations lost in their own thoughts. Half of the people at the table were catching up on lost sleep from yesterday considering how they all had just arrived from their flights and were forced to go to this stupid meeting the very next morning – including yours truly.
Needless to say, this meeting was all in all…a load of utter and total bullshit and a waste of my time.
"Mmm…my toma...toes..."
I gave a quick side glance to the sleeping nation next to me all the while fighting the urge to connect my fist to his head. However, deciding to be generous today – yes I was capable of doing that! – I refrained from going through with the harsh wakeup call, but not because Spain looked so exhausted, dammit!
'Tch. That's what he gets for going out drinking with those idiots he calls friends before a conference.' I thought scathingly folding my hands in front of me.
And speaking of the idiots as I so recently dubbed them, Spain was fast asleep in his seat, France was suffering on the other side of the table – coincidentally, and fortunately, there was a huge decline in molestation incidents today – and the last of the trio was nowhere to be seen. Prussia was probably too incapacitated to get up from whatever floor he had decided to grace his presence on. Then again, his presence was not really needed, nor wanted in my opinion, during these meetings.
I, on the other hand, was here against my own will. Veneziano's ditzy self and air-headedness got us both in trouble with our superiors from the last meeting and so I was sent, and once again I repeat against my own will, to attend this stupid conference with him and contribute thoughts to whatever the hell we were talking about.
Which brings us back to my current predicament.
"…and now please turn to page 89 in today's agenda to discuss about the steady growth of agriculture…"
Oh. Fuck. My. Life.
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As soon as the meeting was over, I was already out the door. Hell, I was out of the damn building before the speaker even got the chance to sit back down. That feat alone takes skills. Unlike those losers, I was already plotting my escape route and of course I chose the fastest possible way out of there.
Sure, it may seem rude to just walk out of the room ignoring the calls of a certain Spaniard and annoying little brother, but if you've got a killer headache like the one I was developing then you would understand too. The need to find a quiet place because oh-my-fucking-hell does it feel like there's a jackhammer party in my head! Who the hell authorized it? I don't freaking know. But it was insubordination nonetheless!
All I know is that the headaches became more prominent over the years. To be honest – wow you're being exposed to all these good qualities I bet you never thought I had – I've had acute cases of these migraines throughout my whole life, but it's never been a problem before so I've just let it go.
Stupidest decision of my life.
Or maybe not, but it was probably pretty high up there in the list.
I groaned and clutched my head as I sat down on a park bench. Huh, I guess my feet had a mind of its own. I didn't even realize I had arrived at a park.
I listened to the swaying trees and felt the cooling caress of the breeze as I exhaled slowly and massaged my temples. Oh, this was much better than that loud and stuffy conference room. Leaning back I gazed at the scarcely scattered clouds above me and appreciated the cool autumn weather.
The park was almost completely void of other people – the normal, mortal ones – and so I sucked in a quick breath before drawing back the cotton long sleeves of my shirt. I stared at my right arm that was bandaged from my wrist to my elbow hiding the ugly secret that I've kept hidden from the world. Literally and figuratively since I'm a nation. Hah. I made a joke. Get it? …Yeah, whatever. Screw you for not getting it.
I quickly scanned the park once again before unwrapping the bandages. I bit my lip as the marks were slowly exposed to the biting, chilly air. The intricate designs were glowing an angry red as the pain in my head intensified.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
Well, that…didn't really help at all, but I'm not surprised. Nothing seems to be working these days when the pain sets in it stays until I either pass out or it decides to stop being a bitch and stop on its own.
Either way I had to be a man – and I was a fucking manly man! – and suck it up and endure through the pain…like the man I was! Hah, yeah! Take that you stupid, muscle-headed potato bastards!
After what felt like eons of years the red marks finally stopped glowing and faded away leaving my skin flawless once again.
Ah? What's this? You thought those were marks from cutting myself?
Hell-to-the-no.
I don't have those kind of problems…I smiled bitterly and gazed back up at the skies again that were suspiciously darker than before.
Hah…
Nope…
Things were much, much worse.
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- End of Prologue
A/N: Just trying something out. And trying to get out of this writer's block funk and my current fandom obsession right now is Hetalia so I figured why not? I'll give it a shot. Thus, I whipped up this quick little intro of a story that I'm thinking of writing. It's still in the works and is being developed, so I can't really tell you where I'll be going with this entirely or how long it will be. I guess it's a work-in-process and the story will slowly unravel in its own.
If you feel like this has potential or if you're interested in it being continued please feel free to tell me! I'm just getting my ideas down to get them out of my head to clear it up a bit because we all know the feeling of having an idea stuck in your head for who knows how long! xD
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