Here we go! Last chapter! I mean it this time! ( when HRE describes the music, listen to "Mein Gott")
I used music for inspiration for a lot of the story. When I was writing sad memory scenes for the brothers, I listened to sad songs like Brothers, and Nothing I Won't Give(Vic Mignogna) When I had to write lines for Prussia, I would listen to Mein Gott. For fighting scenes, I listened to 21 Guns(Green Day) So basically, music really helps!
Anyway.
Story finale!
5. A New Life
The next morning, I was allowed to leave. Prussia left early to get something from his house. When he came back, he revealed to have grabbed me a set of my clothes.
I was surprised. "Why did you keep this? I asked him.
He grinned sheepishly. "I always kept it. Just in case…" Again with this pain in my heart…
I hugged the clothes tighter. "Thank you." I said. "Just let me get changed!" I went into the bathroom to put on my familiar belongings. Brown pants, black tunic, boots, black cloak, and my black hat. I came out of the bathroom to see that only Prussia was in the room. "Where did Germany and Italy go?" I asked.
"They're waiting for us outside." Prussia informed me. "Let's not keep them waiting!"
"Right." We left the room, went down a hall, and came to what Prussia called an elevator. It appeared to be a large silver wardrobe built into the wall. However that was not the case. When we got to the bottom floor, I felt somewhat woozy. I shook my legs out as we stepped out of the elevator. As we neared the front entrance, I noticed Prussia hand a small rectangle in his hand. I recognized it as another cell phone. He was holding it up. "Prussia?" I asked. "What are you dong with that?"
He grinned at me. "You'll see." I didn't like the sound of that. We went outside to see Italy and Germany facing away from us. I walked toward them, while Prussia walk at an angle, moving farther away.
"Sorry for the wait!" I called. "Are we ready to go yet?" They turned around to look at me. As soon as Italy saw me, he started crying again. He ran at me, and nearly crushed with his hug. He was blubbering, and jabbering in Italian. Prussia was giggling, pointing his phone at us.
Germany ignored this. "Yes, we're ready." He answered my question. "I'll just go get the car." He left around the corner of the building.
"Um," I said, struggling from Italy's embrace. "What's Germany doing? What's a car?" Italy suddenly stopped crying, and pulled back.
"You're going to love this, Holy Rome!" Italy said, clapping his hands. Just then, a shiny black… Thing came up. It was shorter then an adult, but almost twice as tall as me. It had strange angles, and what appeared to be eyes.I ran behind Italy, not sure what I was looking at. Italy laughed, and picked me up.
"Haha! You're so silly, Holy Rome!" He carried me towards the thing. "It's called a car! It's harmless! See? Germany's inside!" What appeared to be a window moved down, into the car. Germany stuck his head out.
"It's okay, Holy Rome." Germany said. "You can get in. It'll be used to transport us to my house." I was still confused.
"How?" I asked.
Prussia came closer to me, giggling. "It's kind of like a carriage, but it doesn't need horses." Prussia said. "It runs on electricity, like our cell phones!"
"Really?" I asked.
"Well," Germany said. "More or less."
"Come on, Holy Rome!" Italy said. "We'll sit in the back!" Italy opened a door on the back half of the car, and sat me inside. He closed the door and went to the other side, sitting on that seat. He then reached over me and pulled on a strap, and fastened it over my torso. "You have to make sure to buckle up! It keeps you safe!"
"Uh," I started. "Okay… If you say so…" Prussia sat on the seat next to Germany. Germany had his hands on a sort of wheel. "What's that for?" I asked pointing to it.
"Veh!" Italy started. Did he always have that verbal tic? "That's the steering wheel. Pretend it's the reins. It turns the tires, which are kind of like the horses. And he steps on a pedal, which makes the tires go!" I vaguely understood what he was saying. I nodded, pretending I got it.
As it turns out, riding in a car was kind of fun. If not completely terrifying. There were so many other cars, all kinds! I amused myself looking at all the colors and shapes of the cars. Though I nearly had a heart attack on multiple occasions.
Finally, eventually, we made it to Germany's house. When we got out of the car, my legs felt a bit weak. I shook them out, trying to get my footing. Italy stretched as he got out, as did Prussia.
"Well," Germany said. "This is my house. What do you think?" I looked up at the mansion. And I thought my house was big…
"It's beautiful…" I replied.
"Good." Germany said. "Because you'll be living here."
"What?" I asked, turning around.
Germany smiled. "Ja. Along with Prussia and myself. And Italy visits all the time, so you two will get to hang out a lot."
"Come on, Holy Rome!" Italy said, pulling my hand. "Let's go find your room!" We ran inside. I was given one of the many extra rooms in the house. The room was spacious, paneled with dark wood. There was both a wardrobe and dresser, and I had my own bathroom. The bed was huge, with a canopy, and the softest pillows that I felt in a long time. I sighed as I tested out the bed.
Prussia came in with an armload of clothes. "Hey bro!" He said as he dumped his load onto my bed. "The awesome me brought more of your clothes! But we'll have to make sure to get you some new ones too!"
I looked at the clothes on the bed. He really kept all of this? I looked up at him and smiled. "Thank you." I said.
"Ah." He said, waving his hand. "What are big bruders for? Hurry up you two, we're going to have dinner soon!"
Italy perked up at this. "Are we having pasta?" He asked.
Prussia rolled his eyes. "No." He said. Italy's face dropped a bit. "We're having an awesome German dinner to welcome back our German brother. We're having awesome wurst, and mashed potatoes."
Italy smiled again. "Okay!" He said. "I like wurst anyway!" Italy ran off, presumably for the kitchen.
I looked up at my brother. "Prussia?" I asked. He smiled down at me. "Can you tell me why I couldn't tell Italy about France?" His smile dropped. He sat down on the bed next to me.
"Well," He began. "You see, it's actually really important that Italy doesn't find out that it was France. Because you see, France is actually Italy's older brother."
I gasped. "Really?" I asked. That would explain France's strange behavior when I mentioned Italy.(A part from the other story I wrote.)
Prussia nodded. "Yes. The two still have a decent bond, and I don't want to ruin that. It would break Italy's heart. So please, it's best if Italy doesn't find out."
I nodded. "I understand. Well, that explains why he didn't kill me. He said that he couldn't kill me, because I was friends with Italy. It makes sense now."
Prussia sat up. "Really? That's interesting… Anyways!" He stood up quickly. "Let's go eat!" He walked quickly out of the room. I got up and followed him, realizing that I still had no idea where anything was. He was fast, but I was able to keep my eye on him, and I made it to the kitchen. Italy and Prussia were both sitting at the table, while Germany was putting dishes on the table.
I walked over to the table. Both the table and the chairs were very tall, more so than the average set. I tried to get in one of the chairs, but it was extremely difficult. When Prussia saw me struggling, he lifted me by the back of my tunic, sitting me in the chair. I felt my face heat up as he did so, but I couldn't have done it on my own.
Germany uncovered the dishes. Indeed, there were a few varieties of sausages, and potato product. It all smelled wonderful. Germany served the food to each person.
When Italy had his food, he held his fork and said, "Itidakimasu!" Everyone at the table looked at him. Italy smiled. "Japan taught me that! You're supposed to say it before you eat!"
"Right…" Germany said. "Well, dig in everybody."
After we ate, Italy left, saying that he had to go visit his brother. "I'll visit tomorrow!" He called behind his shoulder.
"Bye!" We all called back. We all went inside for the night. It was late, so we all set off for bed. I was able to find my sleeping shirt in my pile of clothes. I changed into that, then put the rest away. I lay down in my bed, and tried to fall asleep.
I couldn't. I tried my best. I turned this way and that, tried clearing my head, but nothing worked. I eventually gave up. I decided to go see if Prussia was still awake. I found the door to his room.
I knocked softly, but I didn't hear an answer. I knocked a little louder, but still didn't hear a thing. I decided to go inside. I slowly turned the knob. I peeked inside, to see that Prussia was nowhere near asleep. He was still wearing his uniform, and had his lights on. He was lying on his bed, with something covering his ears. He had one knee up, with his other leg on top. He was humming to himself, occasionally saying the word "awesome" out loud. He was swinging his foot to some kind of beat. His eyes were closed.
I walked into his room and to his bed. I cleared my throat, trying to get his attention. When this didn't work, I proceeded to climb up his bed. He still seemed to not notice. I crawled over to him and tapped his shoulder.
He jumped at my touch. "Bwah!" He exclaimed. "You scared the awesome me, Holy Rome!" I apologized. "It's alright." He said. "What did you need?"
"I couldn't sleep so I came to see if you were still awake." I said. "I didn't need anything specific. What's that?" I asked, pointing to the object hanging around his neck. It's what he had over his ears.
"This?" He asked. "These are headphones. I'm listening to music."
"Really? How?"
"Here, I'll show you" He put the headphones over my ears. He showed where they connected to his cell phone. He tapped the phone a few times, then I heard music in my head. I jumped at first, then relaxed. The music that came from the headphones was nice at first. (Listen to "Mein Gott")
It started out with a melody on the piano, followed by a set of strings. It reminded me of when Austria used to play. Then, the song suddenly picked up tempo, and instruments were added that I didn't recognize. It scared me at first, but it felt strangely comforting. Then someone started singing. The rough voice was familiar… I glanced at Prussia, raising my eyebrows. He grinned pointing to himself.
The song was quite dramatic. It included the usual vocabulary of my brother. Meaning, every other line had the word "awesome" in it. I was actually impressed that my brother could sing. Somewhat, at least. The song finished. I handed the headphones back to Prussia.
"Well?" He asked. "What did you think?"
"Very… Interesting." I said.
He laughed. "Keeseesee… I know. I'm awesome. So, what do you want to do now?"
"I don't know." We thought about it for a while. Prussia ended up telling me stories. He told me fairytales that had sprung up in the last few hundred years.
Once he finally ran out of stories, we were stuck again. "Hey." He said. "Want to bug West?"
"What?" I asked. "Oh, you mean Germany. I don't want to be a bother to him."
"Aw, come on." He pleaded. "Let's at least try to hang out with him."
Prussia ended up picking me up and carrying me to Germany's room. He arranged his face into a pout before entering his rom. He knocked.
"What is it?" I heard Germany say quietly. Prussia opened the door, still holding me.
"Hey, West." Prussia started. He talked slow, in a pleading sort of way. "Holy Rome can't sleep."
Germany sat up. "Is that so?" He looked very different from earlier. He was wearing a sleeveless shirt, and his hair was loose. It hung over his forehead, rather than slicked back, and stuck up in spots.
"Yeah." Prussia said. "Even the awesome me couldn't get him to sleep." Is that what the stories were for? "So I figured that if we combine our awesome, then we could help him sleep."
Germany sighed. "And what do you have in mind, bruder?"
"I thought if he slept with both of us, he'd feel safer." I thought about his last statement. I suppose it was true. I did feel at ease with them around. It would be nice to spend the night together…
"I don't want to be a bother, Germany." I said.
"Not at all," Germany replied. "I don't mind. Come on." Germany slid to one side of his bed, and folded the opposite corner of the sheet down. Prussia sat me down near Germany.
"Aww, look at you too!" Prussia caught a picture of us with his phone. "You look just like each other!" He showed us the picture. It was true. We had the same hair and eyes. There was even a similarity in our expressions. "Now, move over!"
Prussia slid next to me and kicked his boots off. He took off his jacket, then pulled the blanket up. Germany sighed, but he lay down as well. I was sitting between the two. "Come on, Holy Rome." Prussia said. "Lay down and get to sleep."
"Okay…" I lay down between my brothers, and pulled the blanket up to my chin. I lay there for a few minutes, but still couldn't fall asleep.
Prussia noticed. "Hey, West." He said. "Let's sing."
"What?" Germany asked.
"You know, like the songs I used to sing to you when you were little." Prussia thought for a second. "Ah, I got it! Let's sing, "Guten Abend, gute Nacht." (Listen to it as you read it)
"Very well." They scooted a bit closer to me, and began to sing a lullaby in German. Their deep voices and thick accents were very soothing to listen too… (translation in author's note)
"Guten Abend, gute Nacht,
mit Rosen bedacht,
mit Näglein besteckt,
schlüpf unter die Deck:
Morgen früh, wenn Gott will,
wirst du wieder geweckt,
morgen früh, wenn Gott will,
wirst du wieder geweckt.
Guten Abend gute Nacht,
von Englein bewacht,
die zeigen im Traum
dir Christkindleins Baum:
Schlaf nur selig und süß,
schau im Traum's Paradies,
schlaf nur selig und süß,
schau im Traum's Paradies."
I fell asleep as they repeated the first verse. I knew, that I was going to live a good life with my brothers. It will be hard. I have a lot I need to learn. But I know that they love me.
I went to sleep, with thoughts of bliss.
The End
AFTERWORD
I imagine that Austria and Hungary will visit in a few days. HRE will become close with his brothers. HRE and Italy will become good friends, and both end up with pretty girls. Italy will be HRE's Best-Man at his wedding.
AN:
All done! That took forever to write! It's tomorrow now!
I was having a hard time deciding how to make it flow right!
Fun fact: I actually considered having HRE die in the end, but I thought that it would be mean to end it like that after all the happy scenes I wrote!
I'm considering writing short stories with HRE's future life. What do you think? Should I attempt it? If I did, I would just post them to this story as more chapters. Vote in the poll!
Also! I want ideas for more stories! Give me inspiration! Hetalia would be preferable!
So, I didn't know any German lullabies. I googled one real quick, and the lyrics were really sweet, so I grabbed it. Here's the translation.
Good evening, good night,
Bedecked with roses,
Adorned with cloves*,
Slip under the covers.
Tomorrow morn, if God wills,
You'll awake once again.
Tomorrow morn, if God wills,
You'll awake once again.
Good evening, good night,
Little angels watch over;
In a dream they show
You a Christmas tree.
Sleep only blessed and sweet,
See paradise in your dream.
Sleep only blessed and sweet,
See paradise in your dream.
Youtube it. You'll recognize it.
Thank you for reading this far! What should I write next? Give me ideas!
Be sure to check out my other story, "Holy Rome? Who's That?"
Love to everyone!