Hetaoni: Meine letzte Phantasie.
It has been a year since the events of Hetaoni: ThE DaRk ClOcK HaNdS. The world is moving on but not Italy. But maybe he does have a reason to live. He just has to find it.
Author Note: I don't own Hetalia, Hetaoni or any of its characters. This is only fan fiction. Also there is a few thing that I have change from the storyline to fit my ideas for this story. This story is to help me get over a writer's block so please forgive it for its roughness Warning: Past Character Death.
Thank you Black Rookie for the comment and the favorite. Also thank you to lietlover4ever for the following. Thanks to Gillbird23 for the comment.
"In sorrow we must go, but not in despair. Behold! we are not bound forever to the circles of the world, and beyond them is more than memory."- J.R.R. Tolkien
After a restless night, I head downstairs. I had another strange dream last night. Lately I have been having a lot of these dreams, I wonder what they mean.
As I enter the kitchen, I notice Austria is sitting at the kitchen island with a cup of coffee.
"Hello, Italy." Austria greets me in his clam tone. "How are you?"
"Fine." I answer as I pull a coffee mug from the cabinet. Even after all this time, Austria and Hungary have not rearrange the kitchen since I lived here in the past.
"Are you sure?" Austria questions me. "From what Hungary told me last night you are far from fine."
Looking down at my coffee, I knew what he was talking about. "I'm sorry. i didn't mean to scare Hungary. It is just..."
"What is wrong, Italy? You know that you can talk to me."
"It is just that everyone wants me to move on. But I don't want to. I don't want to forget about Germany." I say as tears start to run down my face.
As I try to wipe away the tears, I hear a chair slide back and I was embraced by Austria.
"It's okay Italy. I understand you not wanting to forget Germany. Even I don't want to forget him. But you are only living in his death, not the good times. It is not healthy."
"But it is hard not too. I saw the pain that he went though before he died in front of me. He died so quick and suddenly that I never really got to say goodbye."
"I see.." says Austria as he rubs my back in an attempt to clam me down. "Why don't you get cleaned up and you and I will go into town. There are a few things that we will need."
Not sure why Austria was quickly to change the subject, I decide to follow his instructions. It beats sitting around the house having everyone ask me if I am okay.
About half an hour later, I return to the kitchen to see that Austria has change into his long navy blue coat with a white jabot and black pants.
"Are you ready to go?" he asks as he looks over me. I know that he must find what I am wearing, a pair of faded jeans and a white T-shirt, very plain. The sad thing is that I know that if he was Germany or there was a chance of running into Germany, I would have put more effort into my outfit.
"Yeah, I am." I answer.
"Good now. Let's get going."
After getting into the ca, we drive for about an hour before we come to a small shopping district of a town. Seeing this place makes me wonder if Austria is trying to take my mind off what happen yesterday evening and the events of this morning.
"Here we are." Says Austria as he parks the car and opens the driver side door.
"I don't feel like shopping." I respond.
"Then at least get out and walk around. The exercise will do you some good." Austria respond to my comment.
Not wanting to start a fight with the piano loving nation, that I see as a father figure, I figure I exit the car.
The two of us walked the busy street, going into various shops, even though I don't really look at anything. Austria does try to talk to me about stuff, but I barely engage in the conversation. He tries to keep this up until noon.
"I hate to be rude, Italy but there is something that I need to do." Says Austria as he looks at his pocket watch.
"I understand." I answer. Even Austria has things he needs to do other than worry about me all the time. "I'll just return to the car."
"There is no need to rush, so fell free to walk around." replies Austria as he starts to walk off.
I do what he says and walk around the district. As I do I come across a fountain. Tossing a coin, I make a wish that will never come true...
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I don't think I am alone in my home. The reason behind this is that I returned to the room filled with the things that contain hundreds of letters when I remembered that I had left it in a mess in my frustration. When I got there, the room was clean. I know that I could not have done it for I had gone to bed.
I tried to catch whoever did the cleaning y leaving messes in other rooms and wait near by, but whenever I hear a noise and run into the room, he had left though another way. I do give chase but each time I round a corner he seems to have disappeared. Since he is not harming anything I will try a different approach and maybe then I will meet him.
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I make it back to the car before Austria but I am not alone for long when Austria returns with a large box. As he slides the box into the back seat, I just look ahead. Normally I would ask about something so big but right now I don't care.
After he is finish with the box, Austria climbs into the driver side. Starting up the car, Austria pulls out of the parking space and starts down the road. As he focuses on the road, I zone out. It is not until Austria stops the car that I recognize where we are. It was where Germany and I would train.
"Why are we here?" I question the Austrian.
"I thought," Austria answers as he reaches into the box and pulls out a plaque. "it might help you feel better if you set up a few of these at places that mean something to you."
Taking the plaque from Austria I exam it. The plaque was made of marble and engraved with the eagle from the German crest. Below the eagle was the quote:
"The nation which forgets its defenders will be itself forgotten."- Calvin Coolidge
"Austria..." I say as I look up from the plaque.
"I thought these plaques would help you remember the good times you had with Germany." respond Austria.
Leaning forward I embrace him in a hug. "Thank you."
Returning the hug to me, Austria says "You're welcome. Now let's get these set up."
It takes us a few hours to place the plaques. The first one was set up at Germany's training grounds. The next one we take by Germany's workplace. The people were really nice and place it in one of the glass case the decorate one side of the entrance. We place the third plaque in Germany's home office, on one of the selves of the bookcases. I wonder if Prussia will notice. The fourth one we placed at Germany's favorite land mark. The last one was a little harder to place... I had to trek through a forest with Austria lagging behind. I was about to snap at him, he kept asking where we were going, when we arrived at the spot.
"Why are we here?" Austria asks me as he tries to catch his breath.
"This is where I met Germany for the first time during the World War I." I answer.
"Wow! I am surprised that you still remember this place."
"Germany and I would visit this spot at least once a year. He use to tell me that that day was very important to him. So I would like to place the last plaque here."
"I understand."
It didn't take much to drive the plaque into the ground. Now with theses plaques, I can visit them and remember the good times.
On the trip back to Austria's home we talk a little about Germany. Austria told me about the time Germany tried so hard to keep him from calling me. I in return told him about how Germany kept catching England because the nation stood out too much in my home.
"Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart." -Haruki Murakami