New chapter is up! (sorry for taking so long…) WARNING: may contain feels. Sorry no, WILL contain feels.
I do not own Hetalia or Vocaloid.
If I did the world would end :D
While America was sitting outside the bathroom door waiting for Canada to stop sulking and mumbling about how it was unfair he was forgotten when he wanted to be noticed and vice-versa, Veneziano was trying to get Germany to sing.
"Ve~Germany! Come on, it'll be fun!"
"Fun iz not zhe vord for zhis Italy. Its just veird and I don't trust zhe solos."
"Then I'll sing with you!"
"Nein."
Veneziano then frowned and crossed his arms, pouting while doing so. He looked so adorable when he got mad (unlike his brother who looked adorable when he was happy) and Germany was trying to stand his ground, failing miserably. He didn't like to see the happy nation with an expression belonging to his brother because to be honest, it made the bigger nation blush ever so slightly.
"…FINE. I'll sing…"
The Italian's eyes immediately lit up, smiling widely.
"Yay! I'm going to hear Germany sing!"
The nation walked over to the CDs, skimming through every single one. Neither seemed to catch his attention and he began to feel relieved, until one actually caught his eye.
"…Zhe title seems questionable…"
"Werr, you won't know what it's rike untir you put it in, yes?"
Germany jumped when he suddenly heard Japan's voice behind him.
"I-I… I don't vant to sing…"
"Germany-san, if you don't, the contents of this song wirr remain a mystery and so wirr the reason it rerates to you."
The German's curiosity took hold of him and nodded, placing the disc inside the player. Grabbing a headset, Germany looked over at his brother who had helped America coax Canada into coming out, and smiled a small ghost of a smile. Prussia raised an eyebrow but smirked too, giving his little bruder a thumbs up while thinking internally:
'If zhese songs mainly relate to our past…vhat vill Vest's song contain?"
Germany turned back around right when the instrumental began, with a soft electric guitar and a few drums in the background. All the nations stopped whatever each had been doing and looked at the tough nation, wondering why he would get a song so soft like that. Would his deep, scary voice even fit along?
The instrumental coming to an end, Germany began to sing.
Can you see the tears I cry, slowly falling from my eyes
blurring all the colors of living?
Why did you leave me standing alone to drown?
I'm calling and I am falling down…
Germany had seemed to enter a sort of trance when he began to sing, so he didn't really care about the faces the other nations were making. Some confused, others sad, even guilty.
I can't tell the difference between blue, red, and white,
I'm calling out from this world.
What am I wishing for?
I'm tired of chasing after it…
What's wrong with me?
When Germany said those words, he seemed to flinch as if something had flicked at his face. Prussia didn't like the affect this was having on his brother, but there wasn't any stopping it now. The music had changed a bit to be more guitar than drums as it led on to the chorus, and also changing the tone of Germany's voice.
Pain.
Am I broken once again?
I am breaking just like then…
But I still want to breath,
to breath…
Can you see it?
It's my last dream.
The words are stuck, can't come anymore-
ERROR
During the entire chorus, Germany had seemed to be crying out to someone, but he didn't understand to who. Images were flashing through his head, pounding at it to get him to think of them, but he kept pushing them away. Veneziano however, was letting them come, making tears spring into his eyes remembering his first love.
On this distant day I see a light swaying away
and overflowing the sky.
Can you please tell me what you chose?
I'm crying from simply hearing your voice…
My consciousness is floating by,
melting all I feel as I see my world begin to get blurry…
What did you see and begin to compare?
This sadness keeps me from understanding…
What's wrong with me?
This was Germany's solo, right? Why didn't anything match to whatever he'd been through in the past? That was what most nations were thinking, those who hadn't met the Germanic nation before he became what he was now. Prussia wanted to go up to Germany, rip the headset off, and storm out of the godforsaken place. France was sulking in a corner, knowing he had been the cause of Germany's apparent amnesia. Veneziano had begun to cry into Romano's shoulder, overwhelmed by the pain, and the elder let him. He didn't know what it was like to lose someone you loved dearly, so it was all he could do to comfort his younger sibling. Germany, however, wasn't really Germany at the moment. Someone else was singing, and the nation knew that, but he couldn't do anything. It was as if hidden feelings were coming out from this newfound persona.
"…Holy Rome?"
Is my soul distorted?
Do I have a distorted goal?
No matter what, I want to know
that I'm breathing.
Am I breathing?
This dream I keep having,
is my last imagination of you.
The words can't come out anymore-
ERROR
As an instrumental softer than the one from the beginning started, only Germany and Prussia understood the relation the line about having a dream had to the younger Germanic nation. For a while, Germany had been having dreams about a little girl in a green maid dress and every time, his heart begins to hurt when he wakes up. Germany would shake them off as weird visions but with these recent events, he couldn't shake off the possibility that they were memories from a time he had long forgotten. Anytime he was able to see himself in the dreams, he'd see a little boy in a black cloak and a black hat, with the same blonde hair and icy blue eyes. With this song, Germany was receiving even more than he ever did while he slept. One was especially vivid in his mind: a war.
Giving, losing, forgetting,
I can't do that
This crazy-[ERROR]
I laugh and kill again-[ERROR]
Germany wasn't saying the word error in these lines, the headset automatically distorted the words by itself. When he said "laugh and kill again" he remembered a part of the war that had come back to him so suddenly.
Flashback (LOL)
The small empire known as Holy Rome was lashing out at any French soldier coming at him. He had to keep his promise. He had to. He couldn't get the little Italian nation out of his mind and the thought of her big, cheerful smile was what kept him fighting. For her. Laughing, Holy Rome stabbed a soldier with his sword, not seeing the other nation like him coming at him from behind. France's sword penetrated Holy Rome's heart directly, meaning one thing. His empire had fallen. When a nation killed a nation that meant they were destroyed. Sputtering blood, Holy Rome felt the sword leave his chest, causing him to drop onto the floor.
"You were too weak already, mon amie."
The French nation chuckled triumphantly as he stared at the small empire, his life leaving him slowly, but before that, he reached up to France and coughed out a small sentence that the French nation could barely make out.
"What?"
Leaning closer, Holy Rome smiled, tears running down his face.
"Please…tell her… I'm sorry… I broke the promise…"
France was confused at first and was going to ask whom he was talking about before the small empire died. France didn't know what to think. Had he killed a chance for love? That could be considered one of his fears. He never wanted to interfere in any romance and he knew this would haunt him for years to come.
End Flashback~
Germany felt a pain in his chest just as if he had been stabbed like in the memory and gripped the place the sword had penetrated. He decided to focus on the music better as to not worry others. Sadly, Prussia and Veneziano had already seen this and the Italian was crying into the Prussian's shoulder. He'd figured it out already-
Germany is Holy Rome.
Am I broken?
Why do I feel like I'm breaking?
I start crying and
it hurts
it hurts…
Germany wanted to stop. He wanted to smash the headset into smithereens and destroy that CD from all the pain that was causing him. He didn't understand why he wanted to cry. He didn't understand why he wanted to scream. He didn't understand why the little girl kept appearing in his head, each time with a face becoming sadder and sadder, until she began to cry and reach out to him. But she wasn't saying his name… She kept repeating, "Holy Rome! Come back!"
It's been given to you,
this last voice singing.
My words are lining and blurring-
they're just overlapping with colors wrapping!
Am I breaking once again?
I am breaking just like then…
But I still want to know that I
am breathing,
I'm breathing…
Just like the end of the dream that I showed you.
Even my words are stuck, can't come out anymore-
ERROR
An electric guitar closed the song and Germany yanked the headset off and almost did as he wanted to before Austria grabbed his wrist and held him there against his strength.
"Don't overreact."
Germany blinked and tears that he hadn't known were there fell. Hungary was with Veneziano and Prussia whispering soothing words into the Italian's ear.
"…Vhat vas zhat…"
Prussia swallowed and got up, walking towards Germany.
"Bruder, i-it vas just…"
Germany looked at his brother with glossy, reddening eyes and definitely wouldn't let go of this situation without a complete explanation.
"Jou and them are going to tell me everything outside."
Pointing at Austria and Hungary, the confused nation nearly ran to the door before he noticed they weren't behind him.
"NOW."
Hungary kissed Veneziano on the forehead and told him everything would be alright before going outside. Austria glanced at him to be sure he'd be alright and then motioned his brother to go and keep hugging him. Romano almost rolled his eyes before he noticed how badly Vene needed comfort and did as he was told. Prussia was expressionless when he walked past France, but every nation in the room knew that this was one of the very few reasons Prussia would ever resent his best friend. For know, the room was quiet but with America being the idiot he was, he nudged Canada and whispered,
"European nations are so complicated…"
Canada looked like a hamster when he tried stifling his laugh. Why the comment had made him laugh was unknown even to him, but England had heard it and began to hit America with a newspaper.
Everything escalates really quickly when you put the world together in one room…
I feel like I failed… I'm not sure why tho…
Oh well! Chapter up! For your suspense, you can imagine what Austria, Hungary and Prussia told Germany yourself. :D Sorry I didn't update… my laptop just died on me for 2 days and I had to replace the battery. Such a pain in the arse. Whatevs. I already know what song I'm typing up next so ja! Spoliers~(Russia's singing!)
~Midnight~