I'm here again, guys! I just couldn't help it, something's giving me a pretty good spark of inspiration~! I hope this doesn't stop suddenly! …CRAPWHYDIDISAYTHAT!? Well, better take advantage of this while I still have it… Oh, and I don't own a thing but my OCs!
When Austria woke up, the sun had left the sky. He rubbed his sore body as he sat up, wondering what had happened. Then it came flooding back to him, and he bit his lip, feeling his eyes water again.
Shit… I can't be like this all the time! I do still have a wife, a Nation, a Nation who could wake up at any time… he thought hurriedly. He took a deep breath and forced himself up. He seemed prone to sleeping in odd positions lately: first during the battle where he very nearly had fallen asleep curled under a tree, on a hill unconscious for who-knows-how-long, standing up the one time he got sleep while searching for Italy, now on his stomach in the middle of his entryway…
He went into his room and stripped, stepping under the shower. He stood under the spray, completely still, trying to clear his mind. He failed to do so, instead being met by a memory:
Ah, the water felt good… It might not have been a perfect system, but it was nice to finally be able to wash up inside his house without help…
"Mr. Austria!" Italy cried with a smile, bursting the door open.
"I-ITALY VENEZIANO!"
And thus, they put a metal rod up on the ceiling and draped a blanket over it, hoping to prevent another incident like that for poor Italy's young mind.
He gave a dark chuckle, which turned into a sad, loud laugh. It wasn't like anyone could hear him anymore…
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It was still dark outside, but Austria had showered/cleared his head somewhat, put on the same clothes, checked on Holy Rome (no change at all), nibbled at some cake, and checked through his stack of paperwork(it was three papers). Now, he walked outside and looked for the moon.
It was a bit cloudy, but he found it sitting not far up in the sky. It was close to day, but it wasn't quite. He breathed in the late night/early morning air and let his mind empty. When he breathed out, however, he was met with another memory, this one much more depressing:
"Ve~! Hi Mr. Austria! What are you doing out here so late?" Startled, the Austrian looked down to his right.
"Und I could ask you what you're doing up," he said. "But I won't," he added when Italy opened his mouth. He squatted down and put a hand on Italy's shoulder, then looking back up. "You see that, Italy? The night sky? It's beautiful… So many stars…"
"Yeah, it is… It almost reminds me of your music." Austria looked at Italy, who's eyes were wide open at the sky. "It's so pretty, yet so mysterious… So many unanswered questions with no explanation… You want to know but you don't…" Austria recovered from his shock, thinking, Idiot, his nation is filled with amazing art of all kinds… Of course he knows some about it, even as a child…
"Well, the reason I come out here is actually kind of related to that." Italy looked at him. "Really?" he asked. "Ja. I've come up with many a pieces of music just by staring at this beautiful sky," Austria answered. Italy gasped. "Y-you're lying! How!?"
"Because, standing out here in the silence, looking at such a pretty sight… It clears the mind.
Austria opened his eyes, unaware they had closed. He more forced them open, his mind wanting to linger on the memory. He looked at the moon again. "Oh, Italy… I'm so sorry…" he mumbled.
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Italy and Hungary had stopped at a small home that housed people with no other place to go. There was none for those two, not in this area at least. Now, the young teen Nation sat at the window, staring. He only heard the sounds of crickets and Hungary's light snoring.
He was still very sad from what all he'd learned, still a bit mad, too.
But what he really felt was guilt. He hated having to say those things to Mr. Austria, but… he deserved it. Or… did he? Italy was now questioning himself, trying to answer a million questions at once. Then he spotted the moon, high in the night sky.
A memory came to him of a much younger him wandering outside after initially trying to sneak some food up to his room. He smiled faintly at it, but the smile quickly faded as the memories of the past four days ran through his head.
"Mr. Austria… I may still be unhappy, but… I don't hate you. I'm sorry…" He slid off of the chair ad climbed into the bed with Ms. Hungary.
I'm sorry I keep making this story stray from HRE, since this IS kinda his story, but this all builds up to it in its own way, trust me. I have half a plan~!
Every Nation: *facepalm*
Me: Well, it's better than no plan! Alright, hopefully I'll see you again~! Until then, bye~~!
