Time by Eve-the-Charlotte
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia: Axis Powers.
Parings in Story: Various
Pairings in this chapter: France/Prussia, Germany/N. Italy, and Switzerland/Austria.
Prompt: Time.
Chapter two, yay!
&You'reBornOfAJackal&
Hour
An hour was all the time they had left, before the clock struck twelve and the Prussian would be gone forever. An hour was all he had left, to apologize for what he had done to his poor lover, out of an hour of unforgiving hate, overpowering the love that had last the two men centuries of war, conquest, and revolution. Francis could have lied and claimed his people had pushed him to sign that damning proclamation, but the Frenchman knew it was him who did it. He could have tried to resist, but his fury at what had happened to him and his people and his land had unleashed a monstrous rage that he let control him. Now, as the clock ticked closer to midnight, Francis hugged Gilbert closer, as the Prussian dreamed an uneasy dream, and prayed the albino would live past the twelfth strike of twelve.
Day
Ludwig sighed as he watched the young Italian man in line hum a cheerful tune while waiting for the two gelatos ordered to be served. The German had no clue as to why he was here, in this cutesy little Italian café, sipping an overpriced espresso (Ludwig didn't want to know how much the verdammit thing cost), while skipping out on a glorious day for training just to hang out with Feliciano, personification of the northern portion of the country of Italy. The blonde had no idea why he thought lazing around all day would be a perfectly acceptable way to pass his day, when he had literally mountains of paperwork to finish doing and he had to double-check how the members of the Bundestag and the Bundesrat were holding up due to the upcoming elections in his country and mein Gott he had to get home to see what in the holy Fuhrer Gilbert had done to his house yet again and. . .
Ludwig's train of thought was interrupted by a squeal of "Ve! Ludwig, Ludwig! The nice Signorina saw how long we waited," since when was Feliciano and himself a "we," "so she gave us our gelatos for free! Ve, isn't that great, Ludwig? Here's your gelato, Ludwig." The Italian pushed the chocolate gelato into the German's hand, long, delicate fingers brushing against Germany's larger fingers. An electric wave tingled throughout Ludwig's body, like static electricity, and Germany felt his face heat up to the tips of his ears. It was then the German knew that he would willingly waste every day for the rest of his life with the Italian man, just for that spark.
Week
A week was a long time to wait for one to have his house repaired. Switzerland was seriously considering screening his sister's friends much more thoroughly before let them near his home. After all, the investigation about this "Hong Kong" was clearly not thorough enough, as the P.I. did not pick up on the half-Chinese boy's love of fireworks nor his ability to weasel his "preciouses" into Vash's beautiful house, with its exquisite view of Lake Constantine (one of the few aesthetics the Swiss man allowed himself), under Vash's nose. Though, seriously, Switzerland wondered wearily, how did his lovely Liese meet these individuals?
Vash's ponderings were interrupted, however, by the man answering the door of the mansion the nation was currently standing in front of. The human, with his coiffed salt-and-pepper hair fashioned to obviously cover a bald spot and small, close-set that moved condescending over Switzerland's harried appearance, sneered slightly and, in a nasally voice, asked what the Knabe wanted from Herr Österreich? Vash visibly bristled under the absolute nerve that man had to speak to him, der Schweizerischen Eidgenossenschaft, in such a manner! As Vash was getting close to drawing out Hedwig, Roderich Edelstein appeared near the entryway to the mansion. Upon noticing a homicidal Switzerland, the Austrian politely ordered the butler to please let Herr die Schweiz inside his house. The butler, eyes widening, acquiesced to his master's instructions, but not before mumbling just loud enough for Vash to hear as he passed by, "so this is Herr Sebastian Zwingli."
Vash felt his trigger finger twitch, but suppressed the urge to shoot the pest in the foot, not wanting to draw Austria's ire not even five minutes into his weeklong stay. Yet, even though Vash did not know it, nothing the Swiss man could do could make Roderich in the least bit upset during this week. For, you see, Herr Edelstein had a plan to make Vash's visits longer and more frequent. And that plan was, wording it plainly, to make his dear Vash his Liebhaber. And what neither nation knew now was that plan would be both easier and harder than either could ever, at the time, anticipate.
&You'reBeautiful&
German to English Translations:
Verdammit – damn it
mein Gott - my God
Fuhrer - leader; title assumed by Adolf Hitler during his reign in Germany
Knabe – boy
Herr – Mister
Österreich – Austria
der Schweizerischen Eidgenossenschaft – the Swiss Confederation
die Schweiz – Switzerland
Liebhaber – lover
Italian to English Translations:
Gelato – Italian-style ice cream
Signorina – Miss
Also, Hedwig is Vash's favorite gun. Do not mess with Hedwig.
Please feel free to correct the German and Italian if incorrect, and please read and review!