More songfics
Battleflag – Lo Fidelity All Stars
Germany never suspected that he would want to take over the world. The idea just hit him one day. He'd been utterly crushed in The Great War, and was ready to take on the world again, to prove just how strong Germany could be. He would make everyone fall to their knees. He could tell that he was making Italy worry, but that couldn't matter, he would make Italy proud. He would start a revolution, a revolution where everyone was better, a world where every person was as close to perfect as they could be. Italy was deeply disturbed, but he couldn't tell Germany, could he? He was Germany's only friend. He couldn't hurt him like that.
Let it Go – Blue October (NOT the Disney one)
Holy Rome sat lay in his bed, staring at the ceiling. It had only been days since he'd last seen Chibitalia, but already he could feel his heart breaking. Where would he go now? Why did he feel this way? Why did he feel at all? It seemed too painful to be worth it, yet he knew it was. Why did he ever let her go?! He knew his heart would always beat for her, but how could be sure if she felt the same? How could even know if he would ever return? Tears welled in his eyes, he couldn't keep thinking this way, it would only break his already feeble heart even more.
Awake My Soul – Mumford and Sons
Germany didn't know what this feeling in his chest was every time he saw Italy. More than he didn't know what it was, he didn't want Italy to know. He would only hurt him if he knew his feelings. Germany knew that together they could overcome everything, but if Italy loved him (like he wanted him to) then all would fall apart and they would both end up hurt. Germany didn't trust himself in a relationship just yet, or probably ever. The more he recognized his growing feelings for the smaller country, the more he knew that he could only hurt him. Knowing this was the most painful secret he had ever kept.
Feel Good Drag – Anberlin
The personification of Germany didn't want to be close to anyone. Not particularly. It seemed that everyone was with someone else, and honestly, it looked like everyone was in more pain than he. He was doing pretty well. Until a night with just a little too much beer forced his mind to admit to itself that Feliciano, his only and best friend, was hot. He didn't object to the kisses they shared, nor anything that accompanied them. It was only in the morning that Germany questioned what had happened. He couldn't have done that with Italy, could he have?
What the Water Gave Me – Florence and the Machine
Where had all the time gone? It seemed like only yesterday he'd met his best friend and crush, Ludwig, the personification of Germany. But it had been longer than that. He was almost certain Ludwig returned his feelings, though he would never confront him about it. He was dozing, Germany sitting next to him. He leaned against his friend's shoulder, and smiled when Germany didn't push him away. He never wanted this moment to end, it was too perfect. The only sound was the quiet whistle of the wind through the trees, and the soft rustling of summer leaves. It was perfect.
He hadn't noticed that he'd fallen asleep until he felt strong hands laying him down in fresh, white sheets. Germany had carried him? Italy was truly blessed to have such a sweet, caring friend. Now the only sound was the overflow of love he felt for the blond German. And he was content as he again drifted off into a happy sleep.
Wrong – Depeche Mode
It always seemed like everything went wrong for Feliciano. He was always in the wrong place at the wrong time with the wrong people, and he always ended up paying dearly for it. His brother always told him that he couldn't do anything right, that he would always be a failure. Was this true? He was starting to believe it, especially with how weak his military was and how bad he was at Ludwig's training exercises. It was starting to make him really depressed. The only thing he could do right was make pasta, and even then people got mad at him. Was there no escape?
Crushcrushcrush – Paramore
Italy was such a stalker. He would never leave him alone, and Germany could always feel his eyes on him. Italy kept saying that people were lying to him about something, his past maybe. It is true that Germany couldn't remember anything before Prussia took him in, but maybe that's where it started. So he pretended everything was okay, because even Italy wouldn't tell him anything about his past. Sometimes he wished the annoying Italian would just leave him alone, but that wasn't going to happen anytime soon, was it? He shrugged off the thought; maybe it was better to play Italy's game. It would certainly be better than being separated from him, however annoying he may be.
Welcome Home (Sanitarium) – Metallica
(HETAONI) No one can leave here, it's a madhouse. Time doesn't move correctly, often it stands completely still. Italy wasn't okay. He hadn't been okay since they had gotten there, and he wouldn't talk about it. The poor kid was driven half to insanity, possible all the way there. Germany couldn't stand to see him like this, but what could he do? He knew that every word of doubt anyone whispered assured Italy that he was insane; he was literally in a living hell. He just wanted to be left alone. And at the same time he didn't. He was so determined to win, to get everything right, to save every last one of his friends. The fire burned bright in his eyes, and it was all consuming. Germany knew that if they couldn't get out soon, Italy would be beyond the point of no return. It was all he could do to keep from breaking down and holding Italy against him, crying from hopelessness into the smaller boy's hair. What could they do?
Ghost Town – Shiny Toy Guns
Walking among the nations was like walking through a ghost town. Though their bodies were functioning, their spirits were dead. They'd died on a wasteland somewhere in the heat of battle, buried their emotions in the same wasteland. They were all screaming for help, crying out for someone to save them. Some found solace in the love of others, though it didn't always end well. Italy wanted to start over, to make everything right. He'd seen his share of pain, and wasn't happy with how everything in his life had turned out. He knew he was as dead inside as anyone else, yet he still wanted to be happy.
Honor – Atreyu
(HETAONI) he took his stance of defiance against the monster that had caused them all so much pain. He couldn't let that thing win. He wasn't holding back, he had nothing to lose. He would sacrifice himself if he could save Italy. That's all he truly wanted. He didn't care if he died; he just wanted Italy to live. He believed, even through all the pain, that there was a better tomorrow out there somewhere. So he would fight until the break of the new dawn. Fight until he died or they were free. It didn't even matter anymore. They'd all taken an oath together; they were brothers in arms against the shadows. They would destroy the dark. They would all get out together.
Bohemian Rhapsody – Queen
Could this be real? Or was it just his own fantasy? He was caught in a landslide of emotion, he couldn't escape it. Opening his eyes and looking up to the skies, he saw that he was helpless in this. Nothing quite mattered anymore.
"Prussia, I've killed someone. Not so much in a literal sense, but he's dead. I'm dead to him… I didn't mean to make him cry, but I don't think I can go on. If you don't see me tomorrow, carry on. It doesn't even matter anymore."
It was too late, his time had come, and he could feel it. He'd said his goodbyes, he had to leave and face the truth now.
Looking up, he screamed to the sun, "I don't want this!" tears streamed down his face; "Sometimes I wish I'd never been born at all…" he was just that much of a screw up. He'd broken Italy's heart. How could he go on?
He saw a silhouette of a man. Thunder filled his heart, was it Italy? This was just magnificent. Italy was just a poor innocent boy, he didn't deserve this. He needed to let Italy go, and Italy needed to let him go. Something told him that fate wouldn't let them go. Surely there was a devil set aside for him in Hell. Because that was surely where he was going.
"You can't just love me and leave me to die!" Italy screamed at him. "It doesn't work that way…"
"I know… Italy I'm so sorry. I wasn't thinking. I can't ask you to take me back, can I?"
Italy's eyes were still clouded over with pain, but the corners of his mouth turned up. "Sure you can. Nothing really matters, anyway."
(A/N) so. Bohemian Rhapsody came up and that happened. My sister face-palmed her way through it BUT IT'S BEAUTIFUL DON'T TRY TO ARGUE OTHERWISE. besides, what else would you do for that song? ANYWHO, if you've read this far, thanks, you're swell! I have a lot of fun writing these, you should try it and also look up these songs if you haven't heard them. they're all really good songs. also, i am taking suggestions for themes if you want to see anything in particular. thanks again, and have a nice day. :)
