heyyyy chapter twooo
thank you for the review lenluv139 that was really nice and yeah I think it might work out well I'm
not going to make it hard core or anything and it's going to get better as the romance starts to pick up
onwards I am going by acts and scenes so they may seem to drag on... I am going to try to upload once a week
probably on Fridays or Saturdays whenever I find time in my "busy" day.
this is act one scene two
this is a yaoi(boy X boy) again if you do not like it please do not read.
along with the point that I do not own hetalia characters and I do not really own what happens I mean it's kind of hard
to say I mean I got it from Romeo and Juliet soooo I guess you could I say I do but then again not really sorry if it is confusing.
anywase...
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characters in this scene
(Rome)Capulet
(France)Paris
(random man)serving man
(Canada)benvolio
(Germany)Romeo
anywase here we gooooo
Germany and Italy love story chapter two ( act one scene two)
Rome stepped upon the dirty street sighing. this was not a good way to start his day. his head ached from the chewing he had just gotten from prince Austria.
damn. if the servants didn't have to be so bone headed he wouldn't have got this. smiling slightly he watched as his dear France walk up. France seemed
a bit annoyed by the whole ordeal as well.
"but Germania is just as guilty as me, in wrong alike, and it's not hard, so I believe that for men so old as us to keep peace" Rome began
knowing the look on France's face. laughing the younger man shrugged away with content.
"of honorable reckoning are you both non?" he laughed out, "and it's a pity, you have both lived at odds so long.
but now my dear lord, what do you say to my question?" he finished jumping right to the point. here we go again. how many times did he have to tell this
damn kid that he was not going to marry his only wonderful son so early in his age.
" but what I have been saying time after time my boy, my child is yet a stranger in the world; he has not seen change of fourteen years.
let him have two more years to wither his pride then we may think to ripe him a bride" Rome answered the same as he always has. France did not seem
to enjoy this at all, for his face became a frown of annoyance. ah what a boy.
"younger than he are already happy." France stated flatly. when would this old man let him have his way with the damn kid?
"and too soon were they married" Rome added softly. " the earth has swallowed all my hope but he; he's the hopeful
man of my earth. but woo him gently Francis, get his heart; my will to his consent is but a part; and, if he
happens to agree, within his range of choice, lies my consent and fair agreeing voice." Rome said blabbing on "this night I am having a
party, whereas I have invited many guest such as I love; and you among the rest, one more, most very welcomed,
makes my number more. at my poor home looks to be tonight earth-treading stars that make dark heaven light.
such comfort as young lively men feel when newly clothed in green April on the hill of ending winter treads,
even such a delight amongst fresh fennel buds shall you at this same night possess mat my house. hear all , see
all, and like him most whose merit shall be; which on one more view of many, though in a delightful note.
come, come with me" Rome sang off already thinking of the party once again.
turning he looked to one of his servants. scrawny little thing the man was, but bold with words. ah yes he would send this man off. he should work fine anywase.
"go good man," he began "be on your way. go through Verona; find all the persons who are on that list and tell them
they are at my welcome on their pleasure star." with that final note he looked at Paris and strode down the street heading towards his lovely home.
the servant stared at the paper. all the words seemed to combine into a picture. crap he thought.
"find out whose names are written here!" he cried out "its written that a shoemaker should meddle(yard and pencil, slang terms for male sexual organ)
with his yards and the tailor with his last, the fisherman with his pencil, and the painter with his nets; but I am here to find the people's names
written here even though I cannot read?" he moaned out rubbing his temples. then just to his rescue he spotted a few men yes "just my luck here comes a few gents."
smiling he strode towards the men.
Canada looked at Germany. what a sad sight. poor Germany was depressed as one could be. why wouldn't he just take is damn advice and get over that other guy.
there were obviously more fish in the sea!
"hemp, man, one fire burns out another's burning, the pain will go away from another's love! turn giddy, and be helped backwards turning
one desperate grief cures with another's love. take that new information to your heart and the rake of the poison from the old will die." Canada scolded at the boy.
Germany didn't look like he cared he just glared and shook his head.
"your herbs are good for that" Germany spat out annoyed.
" for what I may ask?" Canada asked slightly confused.
"for a broken shin" Germany spat out again with more attitude this time. why didn't Canada see that he would never forget that fair man? sighing he strode on.
"why, Germany are you mad?" Canada asked not wanting the German's temper to pick up. that was a scary sight. and Germany did have a temper sometimes.
Germany looked to Canada and rolled his eyes why did he have to assume he was always mad? they strolled down the path. it should have lifted his spirits
feeling the hot son on his back but all he was feeling was sad and depressed. if only his beauty would love him back. ash me he thought out sadly.
"not mad, but bound more than a madman is; you are quiet in prison, kept without food, whipped and vouchered and-" he stopped when
he noticed a man closing in on them ", good evening sir." Canada looked up smiling to the man in good spirits.
"good evening gentlemen, I pray can yall read?" the man asked in a hasty speed. Germany looked to Canada raising a brow then looked back to the man.
"yes, yes I can" Germany stated out.
"well perhaps you have learned with memory. but I do ask, can you read anything you see?" the man asked in a bit more flustered voice.
Germany was getting quite annoyed with the man. why was he asking them this entire question? didn't he know who he was? of course he had good literacy skills.
" yes, I do know my letters in my language" Germany answered showing a bit of his annoyance.
"ah you say with honesty. thank you son." the servant said with a smile then looked down back to his papers.
" say sir, I can read just fine," Germany added. the servant handed him the paper and he studied a bit. hmm he thought.
"mister martin and his wife and daughters,
county anselme and his lovely sister,
the widow of vitruvio,
mister placentio and his brother valentine,
my uncle Capulet, his wife, and sons,
my fair nephew Rosaline, and niece, livia,
mister valentino and his cousin tybalt,
lucio and the lively Helena.
quite a group. why should they come?" Germany asked after he read threw the list.
the servant seemed to take in the names nodding a bit.
"up" he answered a bit later.
"to supper?" Germany asked tilting his head.
"our house" the servant replied shortly. Germany was starting to get annoyed.
" house" he said in a bit deeper voice.
sighing Germany looked at the man twitches a bit.
" whose house?" he asked trying to restrain his annoyance.
"my master's" Germany wanted to bang his head against a brick wall.
" ahh, I should have asked that to begin with" he said while rubbing his temples.
"now I shall tell you without asking." he began shortly "my master is the great rich Rome; and if you are not part of the house of Germania, I do ask
please come, and have a drink of wine. god be with you!" he said hurrying off to the peoples housing. Germany and Canada who was silent the whole time
watched him descend down the street. odd fellow Germany thought.
"at this same feast of Rome's there is your handsome Rosaline whom you love so much, with all the beauties in Verona. go there with
without judging eye's and compare his face with some that I will show , and make him go from a swan to a crow!" Canada sang off in excitement.
"when the thought of my eye maintains such a lie, then turn tears to fires; and these people who often drowned in tears, could never die!" Germany cried out
"transparent heretics, be burnt for liars! one more beautiful than my love? the all-seeing sun never saw her match since the world first begun."
Canada just shook his head. what a buffoon. he was so blind by one mere person!
"hemp, you saw him beautiful, none else being by, himself weighed down by himself in either eye; but in that crystals scales let
there be weighed your man's love against some other man's that I will show you shinning at this feast, and he shall scarcely show well that
now seems best." Canada shouted as he and Germany walked down the street towards Germania's house.
"yeah whatever I'll go along, even though no one is better than my love, only to rejoice in splendor in my sight of Rosaline." Germany said only to
get hit in the head by Canada. growling he chased Canada down the street as Canada screamed for Germania.
this one was much shorter than the last! I guess I can't help it but oh well my wrist keeps popping every time I type and its driving me crazy.
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