I am a shit head for not getting this out as quickly as I had planned, but shit happens. So some people still want like more struggles to win Italy's heart, but in another fucking chapter I explained the situation. The reason why Italy had been oblivious to every other nation's advances because she was head over her fucking heels for Russia. Please leave a review when the Epilogue comes out so you can ask for more rivalry for another nation.
A have a dreadful illness called WRITER'S BLOCK! It's like the world's biggest cockblock for people writers! Fuck my brain for not think of a way to finish this chapter sooner guys.
I have decided England will not compete for the next nation's heart because he loved Italy too much. And also Iggy is mine, or I wish he was.
I don't own Hetalia, or England.
" Nice and easy Miss Vargas, you don't want to open your stitches again do you?", said her nurse, Annabella, as Italy tried to grip a pencil in her hand for more than a minute. Her hold on the wooden object slipped at forty-five seconds in, the frustration clear on her face as her fingers refused to move for the pencil again.
Italy's arms had healed nicely in the last week she was here, but her fingers were difficult to move. It was a new learning experience for everyone considering that her nerves were the first ones ever operated on in Italy or maybe the whole world. The cause of the damage to her nerves were still undiscovered as Italy didn't even know how they had been damaged so.
Everyday nations would visit her, trying to make the Italian feel better with some hugs and Romano's homemade pasta. Only one of them was allowed to stay with her for the remainder of her charge in the hospital. Russia opted to stay while the others went back to Italy's house for a nice sleep. California, Utah, and Nevada were allowed to visit Italy before they were sent back to the United States. The three states were happy to see her recover going smoothly, and Utah had never hugged anyone like she did Italy.
The road to recovery was long but Russia was with her every step of the way, and it made her heart swell with love. The Russian's long dead heart had began to beat for its own after centuries of being cold. The blonde couldn't help the feeling that he got when she smiled warmly at him. His smiles got brighter as her hugs got tighter and tighter everyday.
Her discharge date was getting closer and closer as her strength returned as the country began to heal. The love surrounding the two had gotten noticeable by most of the nations around them and they had gotten used to the fact that Italy was out of their reach. Well, with a bit of reluctance from many of the nations. Everyone noticed how his violent tendencies began to disappear ever so slowly, making the once feared nation a friend to many nations in Asia and Europe.
America was still sore about the Cold War, but was not as an asshole to the taller blonde.
It was her second week in the hospital and Italy began to notice the ashen man's love towards her as she got better and better every passing day. The small dream in her mind's eyes was slowly coming true as they spent more and more time together. " Ivan~! I held the pencil today for less than a minute by a couple seconds!", her happiness had begun to sooth the man as she smiled brightly at him.
He smiled back at her, the smile on her face was too contagious as he let his emotions free for the first time in centuries. Russian climate was actually warming up in regions near Moscow and southern Russia, sunflowers began to grow along outskirts of cities and in front yards of towns. The too early Italian fall, as he had dubbed it, had began to disappear and the economy began to fix itself after its large crash.
" Hey Feliciana? Can I ask you something?", Russia questioned her as he helped her onto her hospital bed. Her honey eyes flicked to him in anticipation of what he was going to say, she nodded her head happily as she sat up. In her head she was already playing out a little scene while he spluttered trying to find the right words to say. With a flustered face he asked her," Will you please go on a date with me?"
Russia had no time to react when she came flying at him, her arms flinging themselves around his neck as he staggered back a few steps. He was a bit surprised at her actions though, the reaction he got was much better than the one he had thought before. Smiling, she told him yes in her native language before hugging him as tightly as she could.
" Of course I will go on a date with you Ivan! All you had to do was ask~!", Italy chimed at him as he hugged her close to him. His heart fluttered in happiness as her hair tickled his bare arms, his coat on the chair and his scarf still on his shoulders. The wavy brown hair curl bobbed in delight as he swore he could see the fucking thing turn into a heart for a split second.
He set her on her hospital bed as he listened to her complain about the food they served here, the Russian smiled as Italy talked about convincing her boss to let hospitals serve pasta. The more she talked the wider his smile got and soon it was nine in the evening, and by then Italy had talked herself to sleep. Russia gazed lovingly at her as he tucked her in bed, but the serene moment was interrupted by England clearing his throat to get the ashen haired man's attention. " Sorry chap, just wanted to talk for a few minutes if you don't mind of course," the Brit asked. Nodding to his fellow nation he followed him out the room, but not before shutting off the lights. " What did you want to talk about comrade?", Russia asked somewhat wary of the English nation.
" I want to ask a favor of you mate. Just take care of Italy okay? I wouldn't live with myself if anything like this happened," he confessed to the large nation as his forest green eyes showed the honesty England was expressing. " I'll always love her, but if she is happy with you then I am happy, okay mate?", England asked Russia as the blonde's amethyst eyes sparkled happily.
" Da~ I will always take care of sunflower, I would die before this ever happened again comrade. Because in the end she will become on with Mother Russia and I can take care of her if she is. Da?", he asked as his gloomy, evil purple aura surrounded him, and to his delight the Brit didn't shrink away or fear him at all. Instead he offered Russia a hand to shake, and the two men had become friends from that day. Russia's first real friend, and it made the ashen haired man giddy as he watched the Brit walk out of the corridor.
Entering Italy's room again he watched her toss and turn in her sleep, as more of her horrific nightmares plagued her once more. He rushed to her bed as he did the nights previous to this and held he gently before singing a lullaby Ukraine used to sing when he was a little nation. The nurses always loved to hear his voice as he sung so when one would hear him sing they went to gather the others who wanted to listen.
" Priviet ! Menya завут E-Type ! Nazdarovie !
При моря катятся в
Когда звезды сияют ясно
Когда призраки воют рядом
Когда мы поем русскую колыбельную
В ночь , в ночь
Давайте мы с тобой вместе оставляют за более высокие места
Когда вы все в одиночку просто слушать звук
Колыбельная,
мы засыпаем , когда мы слышим ...
Колыбельная,
мы летим , когда мы слышим ...
Колыбельная,
мы ехать далеко , когда мы слышим ...
Колыбельная,
когда мы слышим русскую колыбельную ...
В ночь , когда моря прокатки в
В ночь , когда звезды сияют ясно
В ночь , когда призраки воют рядом
В ночь , когда мы поем русскую колыбельную
В ночь , в ночь
Когда мы собираемся в течение ночи в поисках света
Пусть ты и я наслаждаться Маха 5 скорость жизни
Колыбельная,
мы засыпаем , когда мы слышим ...
Колыбельная,
мы летим , когда мы слышим ...
Колыбельная,
мы ехать далеко , когда мы слышим ...
Колыбельная,
когда мы слышим русскую колыбельную ...
В ночь , когда моря прокатки в
В ночь , когда звезды сияют ясно
В ночь , когда призраки воют рядом
В ночь , когда мы поем русскую колыбельную
В ночь
Мы засыпаем , когда мы слышим ...
В ночь
Мы улететь , когда мы слышим ...
В ночь
Мы далеко ехать , когда мы слышим ...
В ночь
Когда мы поем русскую колыбельную ...
При моря катятся в
В ночь , когда звезды сияют ясно
В ночь , когда призраки воют рядом
В ночь , когда мы поем русскую колыбельную
Когда мы поем русскую колыбельную
Когда мы поем русскую колыбельную," A crowd of swooning nurses crowded the open door as he lovingly held her closer to him. Her kicking and thrashing stopped and she was sleeping peacefully with her head in the crook of the Russian's neck. The nurses watched in awe as he tried to pry her arms out from under his arms so he could lay her down properly on her bed.
The care and love they saw in his eyes they knew they would never see again for as long as they lived. Leaving the doorway the young nurses went along with their work, but not before taking pictures of the young couple as they slept on the small bed together.
It was a match made for eternity, and though they didn't know it now they were right.
Another five weeks had whirled by bring the tired nations of the world with it as it was now time for Italy to get discharged from the hospital. The villa where the woman lived in had been cleaned before the others were required to go back to respectful lands. All except Russia, he was given more time to stay by his boss because he knew his boss was scared shitless of him. As he should be in his opinion.
The house had been cleaned thoroughly before it was remolded because of all the stuff that the drunken Romano and Germany broke along with the occasional Liechtenstein.
The blonde man had opted to stay because he wanted to have that date with the Italian beauty and Russia wanted to make sure that she was fully healed before he was called back to Russia. While he was here Russia was hell bent on treating her like a princess, and anyone who saw them in Venice had thought that they were dating or at least engaged.
He made food for her no matter what it was, she often watched him struggle to make homemade pizza from scratch but still refused to let her help. Italy was happy that he was doing all of this naturally, because on days where they would do nothing he would let her sleep all cuddled up in his embrace. As if he wanted to protect her from any nightmares that came her way.
One specific day she would never forget, and Italy remembered it clearly.
She had just woken up from another nightmare, but this time her knight in shining armor was nowhere to be seen. And she was visibly shaken by the terrifying dream, she decided to find the Eurasian so that he would make sure they would go away. Venturing down into the hall to his room she found that he was not in their, and not one to be defeated by the fact he wasn't in there Italy pressed on. Soon her adventure had led the Italian nation to the living room on the first floor of her villa, she could not believe what she heard Russia say. The moon was is only known witness as he talked to the thin air.
" I want her to be my wife one day, have little tiny nations with her. Knowing that one day I can leave a legacy to them. I won't live forever, only a prolonged life and I want to live the rest of it with her. Is it selfish of me to want that when so many others deserve it as well? It might break Italy's heart if we married then my nation disappeared, leaving her alone in the world like Holy Roman Empire did.
My nation is big, but Rome's was as well and he died. I want for her to be mine so badly. I have a ring, a home, and a beating heart for her. What else am I missing?", he spoke to himself as Italy smiled in the dark.
" Pasta~!", she called out to him before witnessing her amore fall to the ground in surprise before looking to her standing in the doorway. His eyes gleamed with hope as he walked forward disbelievingly. " What sunflower? Would you say that again?", Russia asked her, his mouth open slightly. " Pasta! A home without pasta is not that great of a home in my opinion!"
" So if I proposed right now you would say yes?"
" Only if you had a ring with you right now~"
To her utter surprise and awe he got down on one knee before reaching in his pocket to pull out what she presumed a ring. Italy didn't really think he had a ring on him to do it but nevertheless her heart fluttered in happiness.
" Italy, my little sunflower. Will you become one with Mother Russia?", he asked her as tears flowed down her face. She jumped into his outstretched arms before telling him the answer. In the form of a simple kiss filled with all the love she could muster. " Of course."
Today she found herself talking to both her boss and Russia's boss alone, for the ashen blonde was not allowed to the meeting. " Do you think that you can be married to one of the largest nations in the world knowing his mental status?", the Russian asked her as she began to sweat bullets. Her calm boss slid a cross into her hand. The same one she had for two thousand years or so, gulping she steeled herself.
" Yes, I do"
" If he goes into war, can you bring any assets at all to help his cause no matter the situation?"
" I will not if it is just like World War Two or the Cold War. No matter how much I love him I cannot be a factor in the deaths of thousands."
" Will you ever let him die because of your known cowardice?"
" I'll kill myself if that ever happened."
Her boss gasped as he looked at the nation he knew for a long time, " Italia! Suicide will send anyone to hell, no matter what they did in life!"
" Then I'll go with him."
Priviet ! Menya завут E-Type ! Nazdarovie !
При моря катятся в
Когда звезды сияют ясно
Когда призраки воют рядом
Когда мы поем русскую колыбельную
В ночь , в ночь
Давайте мы с тобой вместе оставляют за более высокие места
Когда вы все в одиночку просто слушать звук
Колыбельная,
мы засыпаем , когда мы слышим ...
Колыбельная,
мы летим , когда мы слышим ...
Колыбельная,
мы ехать далеко , когда мы слышим ...
Колыбельная,
когда мы слышим русскую колыбельную ...
В ночь , когда моря прокатки в
В ночь , когда звезды сияют ясно
В ночь , когда призраки воют рядом
В ночь , когда мы поем русскую колыбельную
В ночь , в ночь
Когда мы собираемся в течение ночи в поисках света
Пусть ты и я наслаждаться Маха 5 скорость жизни
Колыбельная,
мы засыпаем , когда мы слышим ...
Колыбельная,
мы летим , когда мы слышим ...
Колыбельная,
мы ехать далеко , когда мы слышим ...
Колыбельная,
когда мы слышим русскую колыбельную ...
В ночь , когда моря прокатки в
В ночь , когда звезды сияют ясно
В ночь , когда призраки воют рядом
В ночь , когда мы поем русскую колыбельную
В ночь
Мы засыпаем , когда мы слышим ...
В ночь
Мы улететь , когда мы слышим ...
В ночь
Мы далеко ехать , когда мы слышим ...
В ночь
Когда мы поем русскую колыбельную ...
При моря катятся в
В ночь , когда звезды сияют ясно
В ночь , когда призраки воют рядом
В ночь , когда мы поем русскую колыбельную
Когда мы поем русскую колыбельную
Когда мы поем русскую колыбельную -
Priviet! Menya zavut E-Type! Nazdarovie!
When the seas are rolling in
When the stars are shining clear
When the ghosts are howling near
When we sing the Russian lullaby
In the night, in the night
Let's you and me together leave for higher ground
When you are all alone just listen to the sound
Lullaby,
we fall asleep when we hear...
Lullaby,
we fly away when we hear...
Lullaby,
we travel far when we hear...
Lullaby,
when we hear the Russian lullaby...
In the night, when the seas are rolling in
In the night, when the stars are shining clear
In the night, when the ghosts are howling near
In the night, when we sing the Russian lullaby
In the night, in the night
When we are going through the night in search of light
Let's you and me enjoy the mach 5 speed of life
Lullaby,
we fall asleep when we hear...
Lullaby,
we fly away when we hear...
Lullaby,
we travel far when we hear...
Lullaby,
when we hear the Russian lullaby...
In the night, when the seas are rolling in
In the night, when the stars are shining clear
In the night, when the ghosts are howling near
In the night, when we sing the Russian lullaby
In the night
We fall asleep when we hear...
In the night
We fly away when we hear...
In the night
We travel far when we hear...
In the night
When we sing the Russian lullaby...
When the seas are rolling in
In the night, when the stars are shining clear
In the night, when the ghosts are howling near
In the night, when we sing the Russian lullaby
When we sing the Russian lullaby
When we sing the Russian lullaby Priviet ! Menya завут E-Type ! Nazdarovie !
I'm fucking done! Finally. Okay guys expect a wedding in the next chapter then after another chapter or two an epilogue.
Ciao~!
-Miharu