Title: Longing
Pairing: slight HRE/Italy, HRE/???
Rating: K plus
Summary: HRE loves Italy. But there is somebody else he longs for even more.
Author Note: Job for you, dear reader: can you tell me about which city I am talking? If yes, woah, respect :D! If no, go read Wiki to learn more about HRE x3~
As hints, that girl hasn't appeared in the series yet (and perhaps will not be a girl since that's my idea of her) but was and still is a very, very important city for a lot of people in the world. Not only from Europe.
...I'm not that mean. If somebody truly wants to know, just ask and I'll answer :)
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It's not Italy he wants to call his own, the Holy Roman Empire knows deep inside his heart although he is always after the little girl – so clumsy and at the same time rebellious – no, it's somebody far, far away, in the heat of another continent, in the walls of a city older than his oldest church that he wants to invade, to border, to make his.
That his soul earns for the moment the idea takes form in his king's and the pope's minds.
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It's a girl older than him, with dark skin and eyes deeper than the ocean's ground which lies between them, a girl who has seen many things, has lived to see more rulers raise and fall than he perhaps ever will.
She isn't older than Egypt or Greece, of that he is sure, but she is all he longs for, all he wants to achieve when he hears her name, sees her silhouette from his ships far away, hidden behind veils of dusty sand and protected by people he will chase away from her house, chase away because they are unbelievers and don't follow his own God's rules.
He will conquer her, fast and tactical and with his powerful army behind his every move, consisting of people he has brought together all over his house, only for this one journey, the journey that will free her and gain him the power over the most important city he has ever known.
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The Holy Roman Empire turns his burning gaze away from the coast he can see slowly appearing on the horizon, eyes his men behind him who have started to sharpen their weapons and are preparing for the moment they have all waited for since months now: to finally step on firm earth.
And then he knows - knows because he has always been sure of it – that they will be successful and his thirst and longing will finally have an end.
Pulling his cape around his small form, he nods in the direction of his captain and retries to his own small cabin, too impatient to observe the still unreachable coast any longer.
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