HRE x Italy: A crushing Death
I don't own any of the characters, however, I own the story and picture!
I am aware I got some details wrong, but please if you do not like the way I 'tweaked' some details, know that I am in the process of finishing Hetalia. Thanks for reading.
WARNING: YAOI! IF YOU DO NOT LIKE THIS THEN DO NOT READ IT. THANKS!
HRE P.O.V.
Holy Roman Empire sat on the balcony facing the sea. Today was the day that Italy's grandfather's top commanding officer, Allen DeGuida, would take him to the Thirty Year War. No one understood how much HRE was going to miss his dear friend. I must make sure not t forget him. HRE thought, fiddling with the paintbrush Italy had given him earlier that day. There was a knock on the door.
"HRE?" Allen said, opening up the door. "Are you ready? We're leaving." Gulping, HRE nodded. He was going to miss Italy very much. I will have to give him one last thing before I go. HRE thought. Turning away from the balcony, he allowed DeGuida to guide him away. As they entered the streets, HRE felt someone watching them go. Turning around, he saw little Italy running towards them.
"Roman Empire! Wait!" Italy cried. Funny. Italy and I are...very close and he still calls me Roman Empire instead of HRE.
"What, Italy?" HRE said, a confused look on his face.
Allen P.O.V.
Allen watched in sadness as he saw his commander, Ancient Rome's little grandson Italy say goodbye to his closest friend. I had no idea HRE and Italy were gay until I saw them kiss. Allen thought. I just hope I am able to keep HRE safe. This war is too dangerous for a little guy, but it's for the best. (idk what to put lol)
"C'mon, HRE, we've got a lot of ground to cover before we meet with the rest of the troops." The little blonde nodded and hurried over. It was well past nightfall when they finally arrived. Seeing that HRE was settled for the night, Allen went to his own little hut. There he changed into bedtime clothing. He took two pictures from his satchel (backpack thing) and placed them on the little table that the hut had. The first was a drawing of Romano, Italy, Spain, and France. The second drawing was a picture of both Anne and Gretel, the women in which Allen loved very much.
Italy P.O.V.
It was a quiet night in Austria's home. Hungary and Austria were sleeping in the main room while Italy was staring at the moon through his window. I wonder if HRE is looking at the same moon...? The little Italian thought. He had given HRE a paint brush so he wouldn't forget him. It was a cold night without HRE in town.
He will come back. He promised.
...and I believe him because...
I love him. (Extreme fangirling here xD)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Months Later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
HRE's P.O.V.
Battle was ugly. That was the only way to describe it. No one even talked now. I wish Allen was still the same person. HRE thought. Battle had made Allen more distant. The previous night, HRE was painting with Italy's paintbrush, painting them together by the grass fields just outside Austria's home. Allen had found him and yelled at him, right before taking the paintbrush and snapping it in half. HRE had lost Italy's broom but had stolen one of his paintbrushes before.
"PAINTING IS CHILDISH!" Captain DeGuida had yelled, throwing the paintbrush remains at HRE. Even though Allen himself loved to paint. Even the soldiers who liked to play with him after training had resorted to beer and yelling. HRE himself had begun to take up drinking also. The beer wasn't that bad when you drinking with others for company. HRE clutched the paintbrush remains and went to get some thread and beads.
Italy's P.O.V.
Big-Brother France is leaving. First, it was Grandpa Rome, then he and his grandfather had left. The others had begun to ignore Italy's crying at night, even Hungary who treated Italy like her own son. Italy looked up at the moon. It was glowing brightly, reminding Italy of the night that he had begun to realize that he loved HRE. No one but him knew it. No one except HRE himself.
HRE P.O.V.
Soldier after soldier died on the battlefield. One warrior from the other side seemed to kill mercilessly. The man slaughtered many of HRE's troop members. He rushed over to Geremia, a warrior whom he had befriended as Geremia had whispered his last. "Tell my mother..." then the Italian died in his arms. Rearing up his head, HRE grasped his sword and charged at the warrior who killed his other best friend. THIS IS FOR ITALY AND GEREMIA! Swords met swords with a loud clang. Hated blazed in HRE's eyes as he fought for his special Valentino (Italy) and Geremia. The warrior's dark helmet came off. There standing before HRE, sweat coming down their neck and dark blue eyes blazing was none other than France.
France POV
France gasped. HOLY ROMAN EMPIRE? What the hell is he doing here in this battle?! Pushing the thought away, France had to remember that HRE was his enemy, and nothing more. But he is your youngest brother's love! His brain shouted furiously. Ignoring his brain, as usual, France met every one of HRE's attacks with full force. He certainly is a strong fighter, I'll give the little shrimp that.
"So, when are you going to grow up and fight like a real man?!" France taunted the blonde warrior. This seemed to infuriate him more since his attacks were more forceful then France had ever thought HRE was capable of. "Hurry up and grow up! Italy would be disappointed to see you like this, shrimp!"
"DON'T SAY HIS NAME!" HRE screamed, causing a slash on France's long blonde hair. France gasped. Mister DeGuida must've told him that Italy was actually a boy, not a girl as HRE thought he was at first. Not that it really matters. This is the enemy. France shifted his body so he could be the one to blow the harmful blows.
"You've never even liked Italy! He would come to me crying after you all bullied him so much!" HRE shouted over the roar of battle. France instantly felt guilty, since HRE was telling the truth. France himself had seen Italy come to HRE crying and pointing at him and Romano. HRE would shoot them glares as he put his arm around his youngest brother.
"HOW WOULD YOU KNOW?" France screamed, slashing his sword at HRE's face, impaling his left eye. "YOU NEVER EVEN KNEW HOW WE FELT WHEN ITALY WAS TAKEN AWAY BY GRANDPA ROME!" He aimed another blow, but it scaped HRE's face on the side. That will leave a bad mark later in life. France thought gleefully. Blood sprayed from HRE's arm as France slashed it to the bone. The blonde warrior's sword dropped as HRE fell to his knees, gripping his injured right arm.
HRE P.O.V.
Pain seared from HRE's right arm. His fighting arm. He fell to the ground on his knees in agony.
"M-must p-protect..." HRE gasped in pain. France stood over him, blocking out the sun.
France kicked HRE hard in the neck. (Kinda gruesome, I know. But it moves the story along.) "Now how good are you at protecting that sorry excuse for a soldier-" he nodded to Geremia. "And protecting Italy? You'll never live past this day, mon ami."
The last thing HRE felt was intense pain. He watched helplessly as France kept slashing his legs and arms.
"YOU'LL NEVER BE WORTHY OF ITALY."
Italy. HRE thought despairingly. He had promised Italy he would come home. I am sorry, Italy. I wasn't able to keep my promise. He gripped his mishap bracelet.
Goodbye, my love.
Allen's POV
Everyone mourned over HRE and all the other countless soldiers who had fallen. The last thing Allen wanted was HRE dead. He might have been tough on the little man because he needed to be ready for battle. Now they had to burry HRE. Fixing up HRE's black hat with a golden rim, he placed it on HRE's hands as HRE laid in his coffin, awaiting burial. His face portrayed the pain that he had felt in his last moments of life. France had fled from the battle in a hurry with some of his hair at the center-bottom cut. The hair that HRE gave France. Placing the top of the coffin onto the bottom, the troops said their last to all of the fallen. Allen knew that he would never live with himself for not watching out for HRE. He knew Italy would not forgive him. Retreating to his hut, Allen got out a quill with ink and paper and began writing to his beloved grandson for the last time.
Italy's POV
It was on this day that the world seemed to not make any sense to little Italy. Austria had taken him aside and told him the sad news. Then he had given Italy the letter. HRE isn't coming back. Austria had said gently. Italy had cried himself to sleep. Now one day after, nothing made sense. Hungary had made him his favorites but even pasta, gelato, pizza, and canolies, nothing made Italy feel better. What was worse, no one told him who killed his beloved. They would only glance at him sadly whenever he asked. Big Brother France had acted even more awkward around Italy. He had even lashed out on Italy when he asked how his hair got cut in battle. He opened Grandpa Rome's final letter before he died.
My dear Italy,
War has not been good. The other side won the war. Holy Roman Empire is no more. He was killed by another soldier in battle. I hope you the best in life, my dear friend. Give Romano and Spain my love.
Yours Truly,
Allen Frankfurt DeGuida
Italy scowled. Allen's letter looked rushed and what confused Italy more was why Allen didn't include France in the letter.
-Many Decades Later-
"Italy, I vant you to meet my little brother, West," Prussia announced loudly. Italy was older and he lived in his own home now. Italy glanced up after fiddling with the paintbrush bracelet that had once belonged to HRE. There beside the white-haired man was another man with almost white blonde hair. Italy thought of his deceased love when he noticed the resemblance between West's blonde hair and ice blue eyes. Holy Roman...is that you? Italy pushed the thought away. This wasn't his beloved. This was Germany, or as Prussia liked to call him West or Ludwig. Italy broke into a smile. He had met Germany before, in the woods during World War 1. They hadn't officially met yet.
"Pleased to meet you!" Italy said, offering his hand. Germany shook it then glanced around. Italy had pizza-shaped pillows in his living room, decorating the beige couches. His tv was in front of the couch with an Italian flag rug brightening up the room a little more. Germany took notice of HRE's drawing mounted over the fireplace.
"Lovely place, Italy," Germany said. Italy's brother seemed to notice that Germany looked like HRE too.
"What are you doing here, you potato loving freak? (classic Romano lol)" Romano said in a disgusted voice.
"Oh, Lovino! This is our guest!" Italy said, placing a hand on his brother's shoulder.
"I-is that...?" Germany wasn't able to finish his sentence.
"Oh!" Italy smiled. "No, no, no, no, no! This is my big brother Romano. We have two other brothers, France and Spain!" Germany relaxed, to Romano's hatred.
After his guests had settled for dinner in Italy's dining room (pasta for dinner, of course, lol), Romano took Italy to the side. "I don't trust this potato-eating bastard one bit."
"Chill, big brother! He is just a new nation! We must welcome him!"
As the years flew by, Romano's hatred for Germany grew while Italy's love for another grew. He just wasn't sure how the blonde german would react if Italy would ever tell him.
ACK I KNOW THIS IS HORRIBLE! I MESSED UP THE ENDING! I'M A BAD PERSON! FORGIVE ME! I just had to add Romano's common statement to Germany! Ok, yeah I am implying that Italy knows that Germany is HRE and Romano. I might make a sequel to this story but for now, I hope you liked it! By the way, I am new to this so I am kinda weird lol. Please be sure to listen to Marukaite Chikyuu for the HRE! I was listening to it while creating this and Fairy Tail's sad theme songs because I needed inspiration. I made up some of the stuff because it just helped the story move along! Reviews are welcome!