A/N Hey guys :]! Long time no see ne~? Hehe lol well anyways this is just another chapter for Gone But Never Forgotten and I hope that you enjoy it J. This chapter is held in Japan's POV and ehh next chapter will be the last and final chapter for this :D. I really do enjoy the positive pros to what I've noticed for my first Hetalia story w. I should stop talking ^^"
Disclaimer- It should be clear by now that if I DID own Hetalia, why would I be on FANfiction when I could create episodes of this ish o.o?
Warnings- Yaoi, boy boy mcloving, man on man, country personification,
You would think that it would have been very noticeable to any passerby how much Italy-kun and Germany-san felt about each other. Every nation could notice that special bond they seemed to hold and yet, it those two longer to realize.
I maybe a very old man (at least I seem to think so), but from the many centuries that I have lived as the personification of Japan, I could have spotted a mile away how those two felt about each other.
The first time I had met them was an interesting thing to have kept in mind.
"Ohayo, my name is Kiku Honda, I am the personification Japan. I hope we become not only good allies in this war, but also wonderful companions." was what I said as I bowed my head out of sheer habit since it was the norm in my little island home.
"Ah guten tag , it seems as if it shall be a pleasure to vork with you." Ludwig had answered back at me, his piercing ice blue eyes seemingly studying me as he gave his hand out to me.
'I must remember that westerners shake hands as a greeting to one another then bowing.' I Inwardly scolded myself at forgetting that simple thing I had learned in countless books on westerners and their quirks.
"Erm, were there not more than just you I would ally up with in this war?" I questioned, looking behind the tall German mans muscular shoulders hoping I would find the second country.
"Ahh Germanyyy! Germany, Germany! Why does German food taste so horrible? It's better than nasty old England's excuse for food but still! Eghh!" was what I heard as I saw a shorter man come running out of Ludwig's kitchen. He was shorter than the blond man, but taller then me. His mouth was hung open as if meant to show people the food he'd had the displeasure of eating, his reddish-brown hair flailing with him. He had one stray hair that was oddly longer and waggled on its own.
"ITALY! Vould it kill you to act civil once in my home when we have guest?" growled out the Deustch man, his German accent more noticeable as his jugular vein popped out by ten fold at yelling at the other man.
"Oh I'm sorry! Ciao, my name is Feliciano Vargas and I represent the Northern part of Italy. Benvenuto." replied the cheeky Italian now known as Feliciano.
From that first impression, I had summed up a lot about those two. For one, Ludwig seemed to have had his hands always full since day in and day out, he'd end up having to help the Italian in something. Whether it be escaping a group of men whom had their girlfriends flirted up with by him or the simple task of not knowing how to tie his shoe. I held pity and respect for how the German could seemingly handle all of this without killing something.
Now Italy…that was a whole different ball game (as Amerika-kun would put it with his odd expressions). From that first time meeting him in the signing of the treaty to become the Axis Powers in WWII, I had little to know respect for that pitiful personification. He never seemed to bother to prove me wrong about him. In war who would always have to help him in a situation with England-san? Either me or most likely Germany. Even when he had ended up capturing England by sheer luck, he was still petrified with fear of the chained and shackled Brit.
Everyday, I would always gain more and more hatred for this man.
'And HE'S suppose to be the grandson of the once powerful Roman Empire? How pitiful to see such a legendary bloodline end at him.' I thought, walking around Germany's home as I recounted the days events of signing a treaty with the Allies as we lost the war for the whole world to see on television. National tv mind you.
All of a sudden as I rounded a corner from going to the restroom, I heard quiet sobs emitting from down the 2nd floor hall. It was so soft, that I thought I had imagined hearing it but it came back to my ears louder. Out of curiosity, I followed the sounds to the last room in the long hall. The oak door was opened ajar so I could catch a sliver of light still on.
As I quietly knelt on my knees to see whom the occupant was that I heard crying, I was surprised at the person. It was Feliciano! Yes I had seen him cry many times before but those tears were different. They were either tears of cowardice, mercy, or just having his taste buds killed by something not digestible to his connoisseur like stomach and mouth.
Those tears I had seen, were tears full of raw, sheer sadness. It made my heart ache a bit but not enough for me to have my opinions changed out him.
'He's probably showing shame at how bad he was as an ally in the war. This failure has no right to cry when all he did was cause me and Germany more problems.' I thought angrily, clenching my fist until they turned an even whiter shade then my porcelain skin.
"Why? Why was I so useless in this war Holy Roman why?" uttered Feliciano, his hands holding a framed portrait of a younger version of Germany and him…in a maids dress. A blush somewhat went on my face as to how very much…cute the man was. I shook that thought away.
"I had only wanted to help and be useful but was I? No. All I caused was lots of damage and repair that Germany and Japan had to clean up for me. I can tell that they hate me. More so in Japan. Whenever he thinks I'm being oblivious to everything around me, I can always feel his dark stare glaring at me with pure hatred and malice. I only wanted him to like me." the Italian man sobbed even more as he said those last words, cradling the picture as he crumbled more into the bed.
For awhile, the only sound I heard was the buzzing of the refrigerator downstairs and the crying of Italy as they started to die down.
"If I could have had any wish it would be for everyone to like me and not think that I was a nuisance or an easy catch into making a colony out of. I can't even live up to what Grandpa Rome did. I just want Japan to like me. Even a bit. I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I always cry and always cause trouble. I don't mean to but it's just how I taught myself to deal with situation as I grew up." as he uttered those last words, he turned off his lights and cried himself to sleep, opening his eyes once to peer out the window. So his eyes were amber were they?
I left after that, just slowly walking to my room on the 3rd floor, guilt eating at my insides at how cruel and quick to judge I was on the Italian.
He truly was a strong man. Maybe not physically, but emotionally. To have so much pain and sadness held in you and yet put on a happy façade must be tiring to do everyday.
As I lay in my futon (Germany had made it so I hadn't had too much of a culture shock and gave me some easterner accommodations), I stared at my ceiling watching the hours of the night slowly melt away to weak dawn rays of light.
I truly was a monster.
I judged too quick that was my problem. Because of my judgmental and introverted ways, I always ended up losing people. I had somewhat in a similar sense done that to my former caretaker, China. All he'd wanted was for me to acknowledge him as his elder and have good relations between me and him but I couldn't have allowed that. My mark was made as I remember making those scars on his back. Forever their until he died. I can still smell the coppery scent of his blood flowing out, his head turning behind him as tears flowed out of his eyes. They showed surprise, betrayal and many more emotions.
And all I did was stare back at him blankly, putting my katakana safely back in its sheath, blood dripping of the protector.
As I remember back at that event, I actually started to cry.
"It has been forever since I actually shed tears." I murmured as I tried wiping them away. This just caused more tears to fall out.
I wanted to redeem myself of my sins. Because of that action, Wang Yao now held a wall of protection whenever he was near me. Yes he would at times say hi to me but that was it. He held a gleam of sadness and fright when he saw me. I could now see that same gleam in Italy's eyes now.
How could a person like me still be aloud to live among others?
At that moment, I promised to make myself a new man. I would repent and may anew.
I started this by becoming much nicer to Italy, surprising both the latter and Germany very much. They got akin to me actually not showing unhidden hostility to suddenly being kinder to the amber eyed man.
As I had packed my things to leave for my home country, I left better and refreshed. All my negative actions seeming to have disappeared as I walked straighter then I had in years.
Through that lesson I was taught many things. But the biggest thing I learnt was that love can come in many ways. Because of my blind hatred for Italy, I had never seemed to notice the caring and almost loving way Germany treated the man. A small smile sometimes reaching his lips at helping Italy and his antics.
I hold and hope best wishes for those two as they realize their love for each other.
Love is like a child; you must nurture it so it grow into a strong bond of unconditional love so that it can never break.
I repented and made anew. Hmm I guess anyone can do that now can't they?~
A/N Whoosh that was a lot xD. I'm sorry if I somehow ended up getting of topic as I wrote this but I was hungry and my fingers grew a mind of their as they typed. Thank you soo much for reading this J. Read, rate, and just enjoy! Until next time~