Hi! This fanfic is dedicated to one of my friends, Enviable Optimism. I hope you enjoy this fanfic and will continue on in your life journey with happiness and joy and not sadness and despair.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, wars, love, or death.
Warning: Character death, mention of suicide, changed history, and France
Italy
I glanced around the tent, at first wondering where I was. I smiled when I saw a sleeping figure next to me. I then saw it was my dear love, Germany. I gave a stupid smile and tried to wake him up. Germany just grunted and told me to go away. I just smiled, not realizing something was wrong. I wished I had realized it…I might have…never mind. Germany had a certain pallor to him, which was usual, but was ten times worse. I still took no notice. Rumbling from my tummy told me that I was hungry. I went to go cook some PASTA! Pasta, the best thing in the world, I could eat it all day long. In fact, I like to…. I should get back to the story. I went to go make pasta for breakfast. Japan had night watch that night and went into his own tent for at least some sleep. I don't blame him; then again, I fall asleep on the job when I have it.
It took some time to cook the pasta, by the time I was done ruff, horse coughing came from our tent. I thought Germany was just coughing from a cold, was I wrong. I continued to finish up the pasta. "The pasta will make him better," I hummed to myself. I took the now finished pasta and put it in two bowls, since Japan had already eaten. I then took the pasta to Germany. I walked blithely to the tent. I opened up the flap and laid a bowl of pasta next to Germany, "Ve, Germany! I made you and me some pasta!" I said with not a care to the world, "Germany?"
He only replied with a grunt, and then I began to worry. "What is wrong Germany?" I asked quickly, eyes widened. Panic started to set in. "Japan? Japan?!" I began to scream, tears spilling from my eyes. The Japanese man came running in, "Italy-kun? What is the matter?" The man asked, looking at him then averting his eyes from my chest," And please put on a shirt."
I then said, "No time to worry about a shirt, Germany, he's not responding like he normally does, I-I'm scared." Truly, I was frightened, what was to come to my second love? I could bear to lose another, never, never again. Japan's movement told me to move out of the way. I did as I was asked, well motioned to do.
Japan
The first thing I heard was screaming. It was Italy. My boots pounded against the hard ground as I raced to the Italian. Tears filling down his cheeks and a look of terror on his face, I simply asked what was wrong and told him to put on a shirt, avoiding my eyes from the bare chest. I heart stopped when I saw Germany-san. I told Italy-kun to move out of the way to see what was wrong with Germany-san. I felt his pulse, as China-nii. No, I mean as China-san told how to once. His pulse was skipping beat and was weak. I knew then there was nothing we could do. Germany-san was to die and we couldn't do anything about it. The nearest medical camp was miles away.
"Italy-kun, we cannot do anything for him….he is dying." Japan says. He backs away, "I will give you two more time." I say, seeing the heartbroken expression of the other nation. I then slowly drag my feet out the tent.
Germany
Something was wrong with me. I don't know what is going on, but all I can reply with is a grunt. I want to get up, but am too weak. I have never felt this way before. What is going on? I hear Italy's and Japan's voice. Is Japan leaving? Where is he going? Why do I hear Italy crying? What is wrong? Is he hurt? WHAT IS GOING ON? WHY CAN'T I MOVE ANYMORE? PLEASE HELP ME!
I can see a light now; maybe if I walk towards it….it will lead me out of this…. please just let me get to see his face one more time…that is all I ask….
Italy
He was dying. Why? Why him! Out of all the people, dear God! Why Germany? Loud sobs filled the room. I wondered who was crying, until I realized that it was me. I was crying. My love was dying. I checked his pulse. One beat….two beats…..three beats…..no beats…. NO BEATS?! "No! No! You cannot die! No!" I screamed, voice threatening to give out. Another heartbroken ail come out as my hope and light was crushed once more.
5 years after WW2…
Italy
I will not cry any more. Only for him, nobody else, my carefree heart has disappeared, forever. Japan is gone…the bombs took his life. Three were dropped on him; on Hiroshima, Nagasaki, and Tokyo. The same type of bomb they dropped on Berlin, to destroy any living life in Germany, my Germany. With my butter knife in hand, I will murder every single one of them involved, in killing my love.
France
Italy. My dear carefree, idiotic Italy was no longer. He threatened nations with a butter knife and refused to go near any nation besides Romano. To Italy, he was the only family/ friend. He cut the rest off, in his depressed heart. I mentally choked America, for first dropping the atomic bomb on Germany, and then Japan. I knew we could never fix Italy. Italy was to be like this until he would to, join his ex-allies.
Italy
I went to his grave and put a single white lily on it. I then started to sob. My love was gone. I then decided I would take my own life, to join him. And so I did…
It is finally done! Yay!
What is up with me and tragedy and angst right now? Hopefully I'll write something lighter soon, but don't count on it. So please comment and review and I hope you enjoy, especially you Enviable Optimism.