Only a Few Words ~a GerIta Fanfiction
Chapter 1
A/N: The naming of the characters will flop around a bit by character perspective of course, usage of both human and country name is to be expected.
First fanfiction in a long time, please enjoy!
"Vee~" Chibitalia swept around the hallways in a cheerful and sweet matter, twirling and having fun completely his daily chores of sweeping the hallways before dinner. Mister Austria had promised him pasta tonight, which was odd, since he was never usually this kind! But it was very sweet, almost as sweet as the times when he would let him take a break with him, to listen to him playing piano ever so beautifully~
"Goddammit.."
Chibitalia, jumping at the loud curse he heard, peering into the source of the sound, and his eyes peeling over the sight of Mister Austria and Miss Hungary discussing something, and it seemed important! Since he was nearly done, he decided to poke his nose in to figure out what could possibly be going on.
"So," The words slid like ice off of Roderich's tongue. "The Holy Roman Empire has fallen, hm?" He spoke to Elizabeta, who stood right beside him with a silver platter tray, and a beautiful teapot set, made of a white glass, gold lining a floral patterns.
"Really..?" She peered over his shoulder, as he read the words off the newspaper. "How's Italia going to react?" Elizabeta questioned, placing the tray down, and placing a worried hand on his shoulder. The mere thought of breaking the news to Feliciano broke her heart, for she cared about that little boy so very much. And she knew how much.. She knew how much Feli cared for Holy Roman Empire. Roderich, also dreading the inevitable, only shook his head in a disappointed matter.
"I figure its better we don't." He stated plainly, closing the newspaper. Even he was shocked by what happened. Holy Roman Empire was doing its best after Rome had disappeared, but its religious shift must've brought its inevitable destruction.
"B-But," She tried to protest, "Italia would wait for him forever!"
"And?" He snapped back coldly. Despite Feliciano being a mere worker in his home, he did care, but.. "It would only interfere in Italia's work. I'm sorry, but I can't let that happen."
"Roderich, you can't be so cold..!" Elizabeta was clearly now upset with his decision, in both her tone and facial expressions.
"I can't be bothered by such facts. And I expect you to respect my wishes to not inform him."
"…." She clenched her fist, but eventually sighed. "Alright. Fine." Elizabeta poured him out a cup of tea, and left the room fuming in anger. But.. Of course, she had to listen to him, and work with him for their kingdom to not just crumble down.. So be it.
Despite him not wanting Italia not to know, it was merely too late, and he heard it from the man's mouth himself.
The damage was already done. Chibitalia slumped against the door frame, clenching his dress, holding back a sob. "H-Holy Rome..?" He managed to croak quietly, his body shaking. "N-No.. H-he promised me.." He rubbed at his running nose, and pulled some tissues out of his apron to clean his face, though he couldn't stop the tears. Yet, he stood up again, and grabbed his push broom. "He'll r-return.. I know it.." He sniffled, continuing to sweep and sob at the same time. Once he finished, he ran off to his room, and sobbed into his pillow.
"Oi, Italia."
Roderich's voice was firm, and the knocking against Chibitalias door was loud. This shook little Chibitalia out of his sobbing state, as he wiped his eyes.
"Y-Yes, Mister Austria..?" He stuttered to manage to reply to him.
"Dinner's soon, then you have to clean the dishes. Chop to it!"
"Of course!" He managed to reply with more confidence now. He hopped off his bed, and changed his apron, and washed his hands and face, hoping they wouldn't notice the tears. Mister Austria would always get mad when he saw Chibitalia crying, and would probably punish him.. He headed to the dining area, and rushed over to sit next to Miss Hungary.
"Good Evening, Italia." She gave him a sweet smile, reaching her hand over to pet his head. Chibitalia smiled weakly in return. It was hard for him to smile, but Miss Hungary was so sweet, it would be impolite not to. He loved Miss Hungary very much.
Elizabeta was quick to catch on that clearly Feliciano wasn't feeling very well at the moment, and she figured the poor boy must be sick or something. She continued to pet his head softly, until she was told to receive the food and serve it to everyone. She served out the food and then sat back down next to him, and Roderich joined them, sitting to the right of Elizabeta.
The food served tonight was a nice, gourmet dinner. The side was a rich Wiener Erdäpfelsalat, along with a cream soup of peas and chicken. The main course was Viennese calf's lights, and a fillet of pork, along with a serving of thin angel hair pasta, coated in sauce from Spain. It was the first night in a while they were all together for an authentic and gourmet meal from some chefs he recently hired.
Chibitalia sat there, poking at the pasta, and Austria and Hungary both looked to him worriedly. Usually he would dig right down, no matter what the food was.
"Are you sick, Italia?" Elizabeta asked first. He only shook his head.
"You worried it's not as good as your pasta? I hired a chef that knows all about pasta! It'll be fine! Is that the problem?" Roderich then questioned. Chibitalia once again only shook his head.
The rest of the dinner went on in silence. Chibitalia, after playing with his food for a while, and eating very little, he excused himself and went to his room.
"Humph. How spoiled, I make him pasta and he leaves without eating it all!" Roderich clearly seemed more upset over that than how he may be feeling. Hungary gave him an annoyed look and sighed.
"..Do you think he heard what you said?" She asked.
"Of course not! Italia was busy with chores all day!"
"….Maybe he's just having a bad day. Who knows?"
"I've never seen it before but I must admit that's clear." Roderich wiped his mouth with his handkerchief and then stood up, "He better continue with his work though. I won't accept this insolence. Holy Roman Empire or no, he still works for me. Besides, he'll get over him eventually. First loves are nothing but hindrances on someone for their entire life." He spoke, almost like he was quite experienced with that stuff.
Elizabeta only sighed. "Alright, love expert. I'll talk to him later and make sure he continues his work. But would it hurt you to show him some compassion?"
"….I suppose not. I'll lighten up a bit. Show him some care. But I won't let him slack off."
"Typical Roderich." She chuckled softly. "Alright, no slacking off. But we'll make sure he gets back to his normal happy self, alright? And I'll do the dishes tonight."
"Yeah. And thank you," He thanked her for taking care of the dishes, and kissed her cheek before heading off again to continue with his work.
Chibitalia lay quietly in his bed, staring ahead at the dim, white ceiling. He was still trying to comprehend what he had heard from Mister Austria. It couldn't be true. No. He was aware that he was going to war, and anything could've happened.. But he said no matter how far they were, or no matter how much time passed, that.. He would come back. And they would finally be together again. For good this time. He hopped out of bed, and fluffed out his dress, put his handkerchief on his head, and walked to the door, only to hesitate.
No, you can't go to Miss Hungary or Mister Austria.. They'll just lie and say that it's only rumor. He had to go to someone that would care enough to tell him. He knew that Big brother France and big brother Spain were visiting at Spain's place, so maybe he could go ask them! He could also see Romano too, so it'd be a nice visit! But he'd have to sneak out.. He waited until it was dark before he tied up his long brown boots, and rushed out the door, when everyone was asleep. This was the only way he could find out the truth! He knew one of them would tell him Holy Rome was fine, and just resting out the war a little bit.. Yeah, that's it! It must be. With adrenaline and determination with him, he was off to ask them in Spain's place!