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"Wha-?" Italy bewilderingly looked up at his friend. Why it had been true that they had played football out in an alley of the garden, that had been months ago. There is no way the ball would still be there! "Luddy, are you okay?" He toed upwards to touch his friend's forehead. "That was a long time ago: months," Italy pulled back to stare again at those blue crystals in Ludwig's eyes that seemed rather confused about all this.
"Really?" Was the only dumb reply Feli got back.
"Well, Yeah! It's been awhile since you were here..."
"Oh, well then... I don't know," Ludwig's eyes wavered away from the Italian's worried gaze to glance around them. As beautiful as the gardens are, he's seen it before. Many times, in fact. Every time he came to visit Feliciano, he had been tugged here on way or another. It was rather strange, now that he thought about it. Why?
"Ve..."
The pair stood awkwardly, trying to think of what to do next. Here they were, in the most gorgeous garden of all time, and they couldn't think of what to do! Really, now. This is just absurd. Well, while we wait for them to figure themselves out, lets see... Well I could show you how good of a hulla-hoop- One of them moved! Oh, that was just Italy tucking his hair behind an ear... Well that's exciting.
"Vene?"
"Si?" Italy listened intently, thinking about the 1500's.
"Uh...well-" Germany scrambled for something to fill the silence. Anything at all.
Then finally, "Does Germany want to know more about this place? He always wants to come see it when he visits," Veneciano finally asks, nervously twiddles his own thumbs. Ludwig noticed, and wondered why Vene was keeping to himself so well. It made him happy, yes, but it was strange for Italy to be so reclusive.
"Vell, I suppose so. Though its you that always wants to come here, not me,"
"Really? But you were the one that wanted to come today! And the last time, and the last time, and the time before the last time, and th-"
Germany covered his mouth, "I get it, I guess I do ask to come here. It's easier I guess,"
"Easier?"
"Ja,"
"How so?"
"Because it is. So what did you want to tell me about this place?"
Feliciano eyed around cautiously, "What do you want to know?" His amber eyes gleemed up at Ludwig, just asking for him to ask anything in the world. The clouds seemed to darkening the sky into a gray, hazy mist. Checking his watch, Ludwig noted it was five in the afternoon. He then considered the question carefully. Veneciano seemed in an agreeable mood, and there might not be a lot of chances like this to ask him about his history in a serious sense.
"Lets valk and talk then,"
"Germany, your accent is getting stronger!" Italy teased playfully as he was turned around to face into the gardens.
"Never mind zat," Italy giggled, making Germany clear his throat. "I know this place took awhile to make, but how much of that time were you actually here to see it built?"
"Me?" Italy asked, surprised that Germany would even ask about where he had been in any of this. "Well, I guess..." Why was it so hard to think? So long ago... "No, not much. I mean, I guess I saw it being built. I can remember when there wasn't so many trees here," He pointed everywhere. "But...I was still in between Austria and Hungary, so I didn't spend a lotta time here," He shrugged, noticing that Germany hadn't moved his arm from around his shoulders during that turn around back there.
"That's kind of...sad," -And he had wanted to hear more about what it was like. He supposed Italy was young then, so he could excuse it.
"Yeah...But I do remember one time I came, Hungary had wanted me to met the lady the place was made for. Thinking about her, I think she was said to be the first 'first lady' or something like that," Thinking about it, that's probably why Hungary wanted to bring him home and show him his house could also handle women in seats of power. Not that Ely's was really something to brag about, but it was what it was.
"Really? And what was she like?"
"Ah, ve, I dunno. Don't remember. Only thing I remember was that she had a lot of bambinos, though you know back then, some of them didn't really make it," Vene shrugged, trying to put a happy face on it.
"Ah... I see,"
"B-but it was okay, cuza a lot of them grew up to be big a strong and hold their own too!" Italy blurted, because he felt he left that on too sore of a note.
"Do you remember what happened to them then?"
"Well, one got killed because she couldn't give birth-" A horrified, German face was the answer to this bit of information, but was blown over. "Another killed his wife for the same reason-" German face begins to relax. "And a couple were the Dukes of Tuscany," German face goes from relaxed to confused.
"At the same time?"
"I wouldn't think so..," Italy shrugged. "Who knows?"
"Vell you should!"
"Eh~? So mean! I don't think you know so much about your history!"
Their banter is starting to get so bad, this isn't even worth mentioning anymore. I think we deserve a time skip right about here. Nothing that interesting is probably going to happen anyway.
Anyway, the sun's starting to set, and Germany suggests that they head back to Italy's apartment. Being the carefree person that he is, Italy completely forgot about the supposedly mad landlord and agrees.
A/N: seriously thinking about giving up on this. school's started up again, and this was going no where from the start. look at this crap *points above* i can't even end a chapter without some kind of cliffhanger! anyway just forewarning cuz ya know, i've left this alone for a month or so, and you might not have noticed how badly my inspiration for it has flatted if you were one to care D"x but thanks for reading, all the same :3
