ABC's of an Old Family- 6
I is for Insanity
Characters: Italy Veneziano, France, Austria, Hungary
Insanity was where Italy almost fell. And he never wants to go back to that state- EVER AGAIN. From the windows of madness, and inside of it- he's been there. Italy would not go back to that state even if he wanted. It was for his own good, after all.
It was a very rainy night sometime in the August of 1815, and his Big Brother France came to visit. The wars were over, to everyone's relief. Well, everyone's except France's. Austria, Hungary, and Italy could all tell that he was still sore about his defeat at the very peak of his reign, but he looked worse for wear.
France, a vibrant young country who had the pastime of showing his love through lewd ways, was now covered in scars and battle wounds. Though covered by layers of colorful clothing, they feared that France had even worse injuries underneath. Some that could heal in a short amount of time, and some that would most likely stay there longer than France himself would expect.
Italy, no longer wearing that silly old maid's dress, ran up to his big brother with a worried cry, Hungary and Austria following in tow. France fell unsteadily into Italy's shoulder, but Italy's grown-up body was enough to support him.
"Big Brother France, you should lie down," Italy told the older nation, but France shook his head, and looked at them with his unusually empty sapphire orbs.
"Non, I only came here to tell you something…" mumbled France, and Italy could see some tears wanting to leak out of the Frenchman's eyes.
"Wh-what is it…?" asked Hungary, although, in her heart, she already knew what was coming.
Ignoring her, France looked straight into Italy's amber-colored eyes, and grabbed his shoulders. He struggled to not break down in front of them all. "Italy, you've suffered enough, right?" He said, his voice cracking with every syllable that came out of his mouth. As much as it is painful for him to say it, France decided to be straight and be done with it.
Disregarding the fear in Italy's eyes, he spoke in a quiet mumble. "The Holy Roman Empire is no more."
Something disappeared inside Italy. Before, his insides were squirming like a bunch of anxious worms. But as soon as France uttered those words, he felt like there were no insides in him to begin with. Or rather; he felt nothing at all. More than anything, he felt dead. But then, with France still retaining the grip on his shoulders, Italy looked at Austria and Hungary in mild accusation. He was only greeted by the sight of Hungary sobbing into Austria's shoulder, while the owner of which was also shedding tears while patting her sides hopelessly trying to provide comfort when he himself had none. With the frustration and disbelief in him fueling his anger, he had enough force to push France off him, with Hungary clumsily catching the Frenchman.
"Don't say things that you don't understand!" the Italian had shouted at him, denial etching perfectly with his words. Tears were now leaking out of his closed eyes as he shakes his head in disagreement. The other three had only looked at him in shock. Italy glared at France with a fury none of them had ever expected from Italy. "Holy Roman Empire can't be gone, no! Just no! He wouldn't!" he screamed, kicking the muddy dirt. He had completely forgotten that it had been raining- completely forgotten that they had just been sitting there with the rain soaking their clothes.
Austria attempted to calm him down. "Italy, be reasonable-"
Italy now directed his glare at his captor. "Reasonable?! You expect me to be REASONABLE, Austria?! AFTER HOLY ROMAN EMPIRE'S GONE, YOU EXPECT ME TO BE CALM?!" Italy shouted at him, madness having gained control of him long ago. "I WON'T BELIEVE YOU FRANCE! YOU CAN'T MAKE ME!" He screamed again, and this time it had reached the alpine mountains that had separated Austria's borders from Switzerland's. In desperation, he started to pound his tightly curled fist into the barks of the nearby trees, not caring at all that he was hurting himself.
It took Austria, Hungary, and France's strength to get Italy to stop. He was wailing loud enough for even England to hear, but at least he stopped. Italy had retired to crying hopelessly onto Austria's already soaking wet torso.
"H-holy Rome… He promised me…" Italy said between hiccups as his tears continue to fall. "He promised me that he would see me after the war is over…" Memories of Holy Roman Empire leaving to go into war flooded his mind; the memories of him giving his love his deck brush, their first kiss, and the final goodbye. "H-he c-can't be dead Austria, he just can't be…"
Even when France has long since left the manor, Italy's tears didn't cease. Sadness was eating him inside and out.
A few days later, he took to confining himself in his room. Not even Austria's pretty piano music and Hungary's offers to cook pasta could coerce him to come out of his quarters. He just sat there for hours, with a blank look on his face.
But the tears didn't stop falling.
It seemed like he could never cry enough for Holy Rome. Why did he leave him? It was so unfair, thought Italy for hours on end. Why did he have to go away when they've finally discovered their love for each other? Just… why?
Begrudgingly, he got out of his bed, and dragged himself to the vanity that sat on the other side of the room. As his blank gaze met himself in the mirror, an unpleasant feeling swarmed inside of him.
Why is he the only one in the mirror? Shouldn't there be Holy Roman Empire beside him? And Hungary, and Austria, Prussia, his brother- why was he all alone in it?!
Later, when Austria came to check up on Italy, he found his dear servant passed out on the bed and the glass mirror in a million pieces- just like Italy's heart.
Author's Note: Oh my pimples, I am so sorry! I kind of got stuck with the plot, and I was running out of ideas for letters. I was also listening to Vocaloid's iNSaNiTy when I was thinking about it too…
Well, it's either that or I'm obsessed with it…
Please read and review, and look forward to a lot of half-ruined apologies.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, or Vocaloid's iNSaNiTy. They belong to their respective owners.
