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some weeks ago i started writing as a daily exercise again and now i'm here, it's 3:45pm, fields of gold playing on loop, writing the first ever hetalia fanfiction in years. 16 year old me would be so proud
#rambles#hetalia#yes it's gerita. of course it's gerita.#better known as “let me unapologetically make these two idiots kiss in the places i grew up in”#would never wish that upon my worst enemy honestly#but hey some introspection here and there#some felice/feliciano (he is felice here. i like felice more don't come at me) hating himself here and there#some ludwig being soft#just a sprinkle of ''i'll take care of you'' ''it's rotten work''#i'm so sorry#gerita
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I love your art so much <3 I love how realistic it is but still embodies everybodys personality perfectly! It's so gorgeous. I especially love the PruIta and GerIta ones. Im living for how you can tell that theres more going on under the surface based on just their body language and expressions alone. Do you have any thoughts on the Feliciano's, Ludwig's and Gilbert's dynamic ? Seems theres a lot of tension between them. Also I love your Feliciano! He's still his cute canon self but seems a little more I guess aware of whats going on and what his role is? I'd love to hear your opinions on him if you dont mind sharing!
Anon it's insane how you got everything right just by looking at my contextless drawings. Yes there is more going on under the surface. Yes there is a lot of tension between them. Yes Feli is aware of what's going on.
Though I must warn you, I don't portray Gilbert as a good person.
Here's the big picture :
Feli "I can fix Gilbert"
Gilbert "I cannot be fixed"
And Ludwig "Feliciano deserves someone better than my brother (me)"
Now of course Gilbert likes Feliciano, but sometimes he likes to control him, convincing him to do stuff, bc to him seeing Feliciano struggling is kinda "cute". I guess I made him arrogant. Meanwhile Feliciano is convinced that he could fix Gilbert.
There is a lot more going on even outside these three. But I'll leave it here for now.
I'm sorry Gilbert fans. But I like him a bit questionable. I posted my drawings contextless so everyone could fill in the gap however they want, but at the end I decided to talk about this a little bit.
Anyway thank you anon for asking. I'm so happy someone is curious about my Hetalia setting, and I am honestly surprised that you caught their hidden dynamic from expression/body language alone.
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Can't all of that usuk things be seen as brotherly love or someone who is important in your life but not in a romantic view? Not hating, honest just thinking
Your ask is about this post, right?
So looking at my examples, you can interpret it that way with some if you want, but with others...not so much.
I hope you actually want to hear me out, because this might get a bit long. Apologies in advance. 😅
-I can't imagine how awkward it'd be to view them as sıblıngs considering some of the suggestive things they do in canon. Personally, I think it'd be pretty weird to grab/tug on a sıblıng's apron when there's nothing underneath and say it "matches them well".
-If someone talks about your sıblıng being good looking, I don't think most people would get flustered enough to start sweating and trying to play it cool. I feel like the sıblıng equivalent would involve something more like eye-rolling.
-For the cake one, sure, you could interpret it as them being goofy in-universe, but from a meta perspective, putting an item that is so heavily associated with you on top of the cake seems to me like putting the wedding figures at the top. It comes off as intentional fan service, which Hima often likes to include.
-For Valentine's Day, the scene with Alfred and Arthur is paired narratively right alongside the shippy GerIta stuff. Additionally, there is a note that says this:
"In Europe, it's traditional for lovers to give gifts to each other."
"In America, giving gifts is also mainly done between lovers."
It does indeed mention male to female, but only to give cultural trivia about the difference between Europe and America. The important part is the emphasis on lovers, and we all know Hetalia doesn't shy away from same-sex shippy moments – as evidenced by Germany proposing to Italy in the very same strip. Speaking of proposals, one dynamic that closely parallels Arthur/Alfred is that of Antonio/Lovino, and Antonio tried proposing to Lovino in the manga.
I digress.
-Sıblıngs typically don't suggest ideas like dressing in sexy outfits and swaying their hips provocatively. Which reminds me, I forgot to include a similar scene in my post where Alfred intentionally has Arthur wear a Robin costume that shows off his legs. Yes, intentionally.
"Also, didn't you notice your costume is from the movie and mine is from the comic?"
Of course Alfred would notice. There's no way a big Batman fan like him would've chosen Arthur's costume carelessly, but instead of answering why Arthur has the skimpy version of Robin's costume when it doesn't even match his, Alfred instantly deflects. He then proceeds to tell Arthur to stop crouching and show – ...something. Based on what Arthur is covering, the logical assumption is that Alfred is telling Arthur to show off his legs.
-"Are you fighting like an old married couple again?" Self-explanatory. If they were sıblıngs he could just say, "Are you having a sibling squabble again?"
-Cardverse is a canon AU by Hima, and Alfred and Arthur are the King and Queen. Magical Strike is also a canon AU, in which Alfred has a fαthεr who is the company president. No other fαmiliαl relations are given. Arthur is a salaryman who simply works for the company.
-There's the scene where Arthur is dying that plays on the "near-death love confession" trope.
-Other characters comment on their relationship...
Again, if it was brοthεrly they could just call it a brοthεrly quarrel. It comes off to me more as teasing friends who could potentially have romantic feelings for each other.
-Tony sees it, too, teasingly commenting "Love me bubu. Kiss me bubu," in reaction to Arthur and Alfred's conversation. He doesn't normally say things like that, either.
-Terms like "big brοthεr" in Hetalia shouldn't automatically be taken literally. They are used in a more Japanese sense (e.g. calling a somewhat older person who isn't related to you "big brοthεr" out of respect). France calls himself "big brοthεr" to literally everyone and even Norway refers to Denmark as "brοthεr".
-Regardless of how you interpret their usage of "big brοthεr", Arthur decides against being called that right away, Alfred himself rejects the idea of it during the Revolution, and Arthur later claims their relationship is "not like that" and fumbles for a way to describe it, mainly considering himself as more of a former mentor or boss.
So I believe that after the Revolution, it's most accurate to consider them as coworkers or friends (who may or may not be attracted to each other).
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At the end of the day, you can interpret it however you want. But with how often USUK fans are given a hard time for liking this ship, I wanted to point out that we're not pulling this stuff out of nowhere. It's hinted at and given shippy fan service moments just like several other ships.
I only really disagree with people constantly insisting they MUST be fαmily. Romance vs fαmiliαl are NOT the only two options. I would honestly like to see more non-shippers just let them be friends. Just because I ship it doesn't mean others have to, and just because some perceive it in a fαmiliαl way doesn't mean everyone else must view it like that, either.
And to those who do decide to hop aboard our ship, welcome! We have lots of variety to offer and are always glad for more people to have fun chatting about ideas with.
#ukus#usukus#usuk#answered asks#hws#Hetalia#aph#Hetalia manga#hws england#hws america#aph england#aph america
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Insight: Germany's Christmas hug is warm
[I do not normally write fic but for some reason I felt compelled to write a little GerIta fluff. Yes, the title is just a variation of one of Italy's lines from the early comics that I found hilarious.]
Germany awoke slowly. The room was still quite dark – it must be the wee hours of the morning. As he gradually came back to himself, he wondered what had roused him. No loud noises could be heard, nor was his brother shaking him awake. Maybe one of the dogs needs to be let outside? He rolled over and squinted into the darkness. Someone is here! He quickly snapped on his bedside lamp...
“Italy?!”
“Oh, Germany, you woke up.”
Italy appeared to be caught in the middle of taking off his coat. And, Germany may have been sleep-addled, but he thought something sounded off about Italy’s voice.
“Yes, thanks to you. What are you doing here, Italy?”
“Well. Um. I was lonely. So I decided to come here and see you, Germany.” Yes, his voice was definitely off. It had wavered a bit. Was he ill?
“You have your brother. Didn’t you celebrate Christmas Eve together since he’s your family?”
“Well, we did for a bit. But then he went to Spain’s place. He won’t let Spain come to our place. Then I was alone.”
Italy had finished taking his coat off but stood awkwardly holding it.
Oh, Italy…He’s so friendly and gregarious. To think of him of all people being alone at Christmas...are those tear streaks on his cheeks?
“Can I stay here, Germany? I thought since you were asleep I would sleep, too, and then maybe I could stay for Christmas and we could have a fun day!”
“I can’t speak for the others, but I do not think anyone will mind.” Indeed, everyone seems to love Italy wherever he goes. “Yes, I’m sure it will be acceptable. You can put your coat on the chair there, and come lie down.”
Italy draped his coat over the chair, and then began peeling off his clothes. Of course, I should have known he would climb in here naked, as usual. Mercifully, Italy left his underwear on.
“By the way, it is very cold here, Germany. Even inside. Doesn’t your heater work?”
“We have had unusually cold weather this week. And the heat is turned down at night to save energy.”
Germany held up the blankets for Italy, and even scooted over a bit to offer him the warm place where he had been lying. Italy climbed in, curling on his side facing Germany. Germany laid right next to him, wrapping an arm around him.
“Germany!”
“Hmm?”
“You never want to cuddle.”
“Well. You looked cold. And, you said you were lonely. So, I suppose…it is like a Christmas gift from me, then.”
“Thank you for the nice present.” Italy snuggled closer. His skin was indeed cool to the touch. Germany extricated his other arm and wrapped it around him as well. He knew he was blushing, but no one could see, so perhaps it was not worth worrying over, just this once.
“You can always come here for Christmas if you like, Italy.”
“Thank you, Germany. Will you give me a present like this next time, too.”
“If you like. I think I could manage that.”
“Yes, please! Your Christmas present is so warm and cozy.”
Morning would bring another day full of activity and responsibilities – another large meal to prepare, then hijinks are bound to ensue when Prussia and Austria are in the same vicinity, not to mention the likelihood of Hungary stopping by to add to the chaotic atmosphere – just thinking about it was making him tense up a bit. But for now, Germany decided to just try to relax and enjoy the moment. He appreciated that, right now, what he was needed for wasn’t based on his nation’s status, or diplomatic ties to other nations, or even his own immutable “useful” personality traits. It was simply a friend needing comfort from a friend. Now that he thought of it, this seemed to be what Italy truly liked him for. Which was a bit astonishing – surely many others were better at being a “friend” than he was. But for whatever reason, the mysterious Italy had chosen him.
“Merry Christmas, Germany,” Italy said, barely a whisper as he was drifting off to sleep.
“Good night, Italy. And happy Christmas.”
Germany slept.
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How about the classics? Usuk and Gerita?
Hi bestie! Thanks for send me this!
Gerita is the anthem of this fandom. You couldn't like it, but at least you should show them respect, because Hetalia is possible in any way, thanks to them. So yes, GerIta fan in here! I consider them one of the most nice, romantic and imaginable couple in all the story. They really deserved each other.
Ludwig is sensitive and protective and Feli maybe seems weak, but he has a strong personality to stand someone as Germany, with all his strict behaviours and insecurities. He gives comfort and in a way Feli is the whole world to Lud.
And...
Ok, this is the moment when maybe I'll lost some friendships )?. I don't like UsUk at all. The only way I can stand them is when they're in the father/son dinamics, or Atlantic bros #, like a family. I can enjoy some good art about them, of course; they're amazing artist who do them together. And the aesthetic in the Cardverse is very nice, but as a romantic couple whose only love have been always the other one, is kind of nonsense to me. I can understand the the affection and the historical reasons, maybe... but my OTP is EngPort, so as they have stronger historical reasons, you can do the math XD.
I'm not closed to some poly casual ships tho, but nothing permanent.
Besides, I don't like how most usuk fans picture Arthur, as a twink. I know this is part of the fetish stuff, but my own libido goes to zero. I prefer punk Arthur, a king, a moterf**** king who conquered the world once. I do enjoy bottomed-Arthur, but with his own pride.
#hetalia#aph england#aph america#rosas says#rosas headcanons#gerita#aph italy#aph germany#personal#this is my own vision and perception so dont be mad if you like usuk
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Between Heaven and Hell
This is a collection of spamano fanfics with demons, priests, angels, and religious themes. If you've been craving some of that catholic guilt in fanfiction, this is definitely a place to go.
To note: anything written in red contains smut, anything written in green contains content warnings, but not smut. Only finished fics are recommended here. Always check the tags and description on the individual fic, don't read anything just to criticise the author, and I hope you have a good reading!
Demonic:
Seven Deadly Sins by TheFreakZone: Lovino moves into a house, and soon finds out he's not alone – he's rooming with seven demons each representing one of the deadly sins. At the same time, he has a crush on this guy, Antonio...
Devil!Toni and SexyBaker!Lovi by Vodka112: Title kinda says it all. Antonio is a demon, Lovino is a sexy baker. What more do you want from me?
Three Hundred Years by SnowyWolff: Antonio is a demon and Lovino is a witch. Over the course of three hundred years, their relationship changes.
Seven Devils by flavio-sexual: Lovino is frequently possessed by demons as a child, and Antonio tries to help him. It's horror.
Unholiest of Nights by killerkitty15: There's a demon inside of Lovino (again), and he's tried to make it leave, but Antonio won't leave. Contains attempted rape (not between spamano), gore, character death, and horror.
The Contract by BlueFlamePy: Captain Antonio has picked up a demon, and wants this demon to help him gain glory and immortality.
Ecclesiastical:
Amo atque credo by StarsMadeinHeaven: Lovino is a priest who doesn't believe in God. Antonio is a roma who believes in God, but doesn't believe in priests. I'M STILL BRAINROTTING OVER IT. Mild smut.
Gifts by LimitlessReach (orphan_account): Lovino and Father Antonio are up to things they probably shouldn't be doing.
Temptatio by Sixteen clumsy and shy: Lovino is a priest accused of sodomy, and is interrogated by head inquisitor Antonio. Also contains noncon and torture. I wouldn't say it's hot exactly, but it is wellwritten. Really gets into the headspace of someone who is rapidly losing things they didn't even know they could lose.
Demons and Priests:
Possessed by LimitlessReach (orphan_account): Antonio is a demon, and hypnotises the priest Lovino.
I Can't Ignore you, I'd Do Anything For You by gloomcoyote: Here we have the exact opposite! Antonio is the priest, and Lovino really doesn't like when you say God.
Sins of the Innocent by orphan_account: Same premise as above, except there's five whole chapters of it!
Be aware that all of these straddle a fine line of dubcon because of demons and humans, and if that bothers you, don't click them.
Angelic:
Glorious Angelus by Black.Rose.Authoress: Antonio is visited by an angel named Lovina.
I Don't Hate You by BlueFlamePy: Lovino and his brothers are angels and have been sent to Earth for a mission, but they meet a group of dark angels, and one of them takes a bit of a liking to Lovino. Although it contains smut, it's only in chapter four (gerita) and the very last chapter (spamano).
Demons and Angels:
Tomatina Angel by GlassSerendipity: Christina (nyo Romano) is too bad for an angel, and Antonio is too good for a demon. As one tries to save souls and the other tries to doom them, they fall in love. Contains character deaths (that's how the characters become angels and demons), torture and one very non-graphic attempted sexual assault (not spamano).
Demons, Angels, and Priests:
A Divided Cross Path by Kin Siofra: Lovino and Feliciano are priests after their grandfather died, but Lovino starts seeing an angel named Antonio – and suddenly, there's also a devil named Antonello hanging around him. Yes, there are two Spains. Content warnings for character deaths, and non-graphic child abuse.
Religious Themes:
Bless Me, Father by plump_thighs: Antonio goes to confess his sins to a priest. But you have to be sorry for it to count.
All of Our Sins by Terminally Introverted: Lovino and Feliciano attend confirmation classes under their group leader Antonio. Lovino and Antonio slowly realise this church in particular is a very awful place. Warnings for homophobia, religious guilt and trauma, self harm, attempted suicide, and a bit of an age gap (Lovino is 17, Antonio is in his early 20s).
Not a Sin by ChibiDevil098: Romano has pushed his feelings for Spain away for centuries, but one Christmas Eve, Spain returns, and reassures him that what they feel is not a sin.
Confessional Ambush by Stripes93: Romano is trying to confess, but his boyfriend Antonio is on the other side of the curtain instead of the priest.
Don't Tempt Me by Reda: Romano has chosen a very particular thing (person) to give up for Lent this year.
Visiting the Pope by RomaNatty: Romano and Veneziano are supposed to introduce themselves to the new pope, and they bring their boyfriends. It does not go well. For the pope, that is.
Raised in Penance by cuneifire (orphan_account): Romano prays for his sins to be forgiven.
Hallelujah by AntheaAnonymous: Lovino and Antonio go to the same church, and can't get their eyes off of each other. Contains the most PG-13 sex scene, it is so PG-13 that I don't think it needs to be red.
Accept Surrender by stardropdream (orphan_account): Smut with religious guilt.
#spamano#aph spain#aph romano#hws romano#aph south italy#hws south italy#hws spain#fanfiction#fanfiction recommendation#fanfiction rec list#religious#angels and demons
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Imagine a family dinner or lunch with Spaus, Gerita and PruHun 👀
I'm sorry, I hate that my very first, gut thought was the dinner scene from Shrek 2 😂
Jokes aside, Prussia being Germany's parental figure! Austria and Hungary being Feli's! I think this dinner night feel a little awkward for Gerita xD And while Feli doesn't see Spain as a parental figure, he too knows him from when he was a toddler ... Ye, it'd be definitely awkward for Gerita, especially for Germany lol
I think both Spaus and Pruhun would accidentally treat Gerita with a bit of "infantilization" and like, the whole "back in my day" attitude older people have, not out of ill intentions, but because they both see Gerita as baby's first relationship™.
Feli would enjoy it but Ludwig would often feel a bit embarrassed or out of place whenever something about relationships is brought up.
Prussia would also feel a bit awkward about it although he can play it cooler than Germany.
Spaus and Hungary, however. They both accidentally disclose too much information and give Gerita unwanted (by Lud, Feli wants it!) advice on all aspects of relationship throughout the dinner.
Erzsi sees Spaus or Gerita sharing a plate of fries or something else and she wants to do the same with Gil, but when their plate arrives and Erzsi starts to "steal Gil's fries", he understand 0% of Erzsi's intentions and just orders another plate for her. She gets a little annoyed at that but won't say it ... Gil just assumes it's "girls being girls". The kick he receives under the table from Austria doesn't help clarify his mind.
Gerita tends to be a little in their world, Germany struggles to stay focused on the dinner itself because Feli keeps touching him, and talking to him and making him get a taste of his food and fundamentally just being Feli~
Spain accidentally drops a bit of red wine on his own pants and Austria complains at him like a mom lecturing her child while trying to rub the liquid off from the fabric (spoiler: it doesn't work). Hungary finds the entire scene very cute and looks at them with heart eyes. Prussia asks her if she'd fancy some fine red wine on his pants as well.
Austria has no idea where the restroom is. A waiter shows him the way. 20 minutes pass, it's almost second course time and he's not back yet. Antonio starts searching for him: he's not in the bathroom. Not in the hall nor anywhere else. After 15 more minutes of searching, Antonio finds him in the restaurant backyard. He somehow ended up in the goats enclosure. There's no need to share this detail, but Prussia makes fun of him anyway for having forgotten the way back from the bathroom for the rest of the dinner.
Time to pay, Germany wants to split. Prussia wants each couple to pay for themselves. Hungary doesn't want Prussia to pay for her. Austria expects Spain to pay for him as well and he doesn't even have to ask bc that's what Spain was planning to do anyway. Feli hopes to have his meal paid by Germany. In the end each couple decides for themselves: Germany pays for him and Feli, Spain pays for him and Austria ... Pruhun starts fighting about whether it's cool or not for a man to pay for his woman's meal. Austria is getting really annoyed with Prussia and wants to show off being better than him so he ends up, very begrudgingly, paying for everyone.
He proceeds to complain to Spain and regret his decision once they're in the car alone on their way home. Hopefully Antonio knows how to make him forget all of his woes.
Feli falls asleep in the car. Germany brings him home in his arms. Things get intimate very fast when Feli wakes up right after being put on the bed.
Prussia feels a little annoyed because he allowed Austria to be more mature about it and it hurt his pride. Hungary senses what's the problem and gives him a reminder that she chose him over Roderich because of love, not because Roderich got back with Antonio in the meanwhile.
#hetalia#ask#pruhun#spaus#gerita#I don't ship pruhun but I hope it wasn't too bad!! 🙏#ary spoke#aph austria#aph spain#aph prussia#aph hungary#aph germany#aph italy
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for the meme thing: france?
how i feel about this character
I'VE LOVED HIM SINCE 2012! i enjoy most shades of his characterizations whether that's as the perverted comic relief, the over-the-top suave bisexual, the napoleonic era capital J Jerk™, and the modern day EU girlboss. he is just such an enjoyable character.
all the people i ship romantically with this character
oh my god there are a lot. arthur, of course. back in 2012 i didn't even care about gerita but i loved fruk with my whole heart lol. longtime rivals with benefits my beloved <3
i also love francis with ludwig. their dynamic as EU work husbands is... i don't wanna say underrated, but it definitely still has a lot of untapped potential. i mean, come on. f.rance tied their and g.ermany's economies together so intimately and with the rest of the EU + stubbornly volunteered and upheld itself as the primary military power of this alliance so that g.ermany could never surprise them again. darling, please focus on your cars and electronics and never pick up a gun again. i will protect myself from you by being the one to defend you from any threat. and ludwig with his luxury cars and electronics and having not stepped on a military base for years now is like thank you, this is nice actually :). francis domesticated him.
then there's prufra. they absolutely, 100%, had a fiery passionate fling throughout most of the 18th century that ultimately ended in one last emotional hate-fuck after the battle of jena-auerstedt I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL. one day i will fully write out that ridiculous fic i have in my drafts that parallels gilbert and francis with frederick the great and voltaire and then you'll all see.
and finally, where the fuck would i be in my life without frus. guns and roses. they are the ultimate romcom couple with endless culture clashes, disastrous dates, and earnest but horrible gifts given (mostly from alfred). with their personalities, a romance novel practically writes itself! francis, who has a wealth of relationship experience and is concerned with the romantic and the sensual and the delicacies of intimacy, falling for the macho, socially blunt and clumsy alfred who thinks relationships can be studied and optimized like ballistics.
i have more ships (like frain and franada) because francis is an endlessly shippable character, but those above are my main ones.
my non-romantic OTP for this character
kiku!!! love love love all those doujins and comics where francis is a big weeb and he and kiku bond over that. they have sleepovers where they watch hentai and critique it like high art. kiku shows him comics with shibari and tentacles and francis is like ah yes they were clearly influenced by marquis de sade. i also like francis, kiku, and alfred together as a platonic trio.
my unpopular opinion about this character
there is not enough portrayals of him as a serious colonizing and imperialist asshole. napoleonic era france especially in my opinion gets off way too easy in this fandom. give him the arthur and alfred treatment; he deserves it.
one thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon
francis is actually one of the few characters in hetalia whose potential i think is explored with a breadth of complexity. i'm happy as long as hima keeps giving us francis as the asshole mother hen of the EU, tbh.
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Pruita and Germano for the ship thing??
one at a time as per usual so im gonna piiiiick pruita
What made you ship it? - the god damn canon. No seriously the shit the canon pulls is wild. Like the time prussia asked italy out on a date but italy was too distracted by a bird, and the time prussia snuck into italys house to clean it only to see him napping, and spent his time petting italys head and imagining them going down canal on a gondola together. AND in hetalia fantasia prussia hesistates at seeing italy in the game and tells him to join and he’ll give him headpets and take care of him while italy is oblivious on prussias true identity. Its fucking canon and you can take it from my cold dead fingies
What are your favorite things about the ship? - theyre two halves of a whole idiot, and at least on prussias side theres a lot of genuine feelings and italy being the romantic he is I bet once he gets to accept it and be together theyll be one hell of a couple who get eat cute food (as best he can anyway) drink, merrymake and love together and its like hot damn yes.
Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship? - that it takes a backseat to the gerita and prumano a lot which those are super valid ships of course but then sometimes its a lot harder to see pruita outside of prussia just creeping on the side of gerita and its like mmm but he doesnt always need to be attatched to the germany part
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An Autumn Walk
This is for @hetalia-writers-monthly
The prompt is Quote: “The trees are about to show us how lovely it is to let the dead things go” - Anonymous
Characters: Germany and Prussia, mentions of Holy Rome
Relationships: Fraternal Germany and Prussia, GerIta
Word Count: 2,000
Autumn had set upon Berlin in earnest, and it was turning the trees of the Tiergarten golden and red. There was a chill in the air, but it was pleasant.
After living here for so long, Prussia was of the opinion that climate of the city was the best at this time of year. The bite of winter was still distant, and the sweltering heat of the summer was gone.
He also loved the way that the autumn leaves colored the city, painting the streets orange and red. It was a last moment of bright color before the city would lapse into the greys of winter.
He was taking a moment to enjoy the turning of the season with his brother. They were taking a walk through the Tiergarten as a rare break from the demands of building an empire. Germany had asked for some time together, and a stroll through the Tiergarten was the most convenient way to have casual privacy.
Prussia had less on his shoulders now that his brother was in charge of the country, so he was glad to take a walk and offer whatever advice Germany wanted. He still had his own responsibilities as the largest state and as the one who had the closest relationship with the dynasty.
He had given Germany his kings, but he still knew the Hohenzollerns best. He was still the best intermediary between Germany and the monarch. As for the chancellor, it was evident to Prussia that Bismarck was still Prussian to his core. So, there was still an important place for Prussia in Berlin.
As a brother, he had the sense that Germany had asked him to go on this walk with something on his mind. It was easy to tell when he had something turning behind his eyes.
He expected the conversation to start at any moment, because he knew that Germany could never keep his thoughts to himself for very long. If he had something on his mind, then it would come out.
Prussia was just waiting for him to say something. As they walked deeper into the park, far enough that the victory column was no longer visible at the periphery of Prussia’s vision, Germany finally started talking.
He started, “I have been talking to Feliciano.”
That was no surprise; Germany seemed like he was becoming fond of Italy. Ever since the war against Austria, Prussia had noticed the way that they had been spending more and more time together. They seemed to think that it was clandestine or subtle, despite rarely finding a truly private place to talk.
Anyone could have easily seen the magnetism between them. If he had wanted to, Prussia could have easily eavesdropped. But he had chosen to allow the young love to take its course. He was happy for them, albeit slightly concerned with how quickly Germany had seemed to attach to the Italian.
Prussia added in his own mind: Oh yes, I’ve noticed that you’ve taken an interest in him. Anyone could see that.
He did not voice it though, because he had some restraint. He could almost feel Fritz’s hand on his shoulder, reminding him that the realization was not an easy one, and it would take time. Realizing feelings for another man could be difficult, especially for a young man who was still learning about himself.
If Fritz was here, he would remind him how long it had taken him to realize he had an attraction to men.
There was no use in pointing it out to Germany or teasing him. It would only make him more self conscious if he did not realize on his own yet.
So, after a long moment of contemplation, he said, “And what have you been talking about?”
He could guess, since he had once been a young man who stole moments with someone else. But he was certain that Germany would not share all of that with him, since he was his brother. Lover’s moments were meant to be private.
He watched the blonde’s face as he waited for an answer. There was a suggestion of an anxious blush. Germany finally answered, “Oh, many things. My life, his life, the future.”
He sounded anxious, and he was always short when he got anxious. But Prussia thought it still sounded very much like a conversation that lovers might have. Germany gathered himself and started talking again, “I think I like him more than I expected I would. He's not strong or bold, but I still like him.”
There was a furious pink blush in his cheeks now, and Prussia felt for a moment like he understood what this conversation might be. He could already imagine what might be coming next.
Was his brother about to tell him that he had feelings for Italy?
He immediately tried to think of a way to respond so that Germany would feel comfortable talking to him. He had to make sure that his brother did not feel any shame about his feelings.
But, Germany quickly added, “I mean that he is a very good friend.”
Prussia sighed to himself. His brother had not yet come to that realization, or decided to share it with him. He discarded his own prepared speech and looked up at the trees while he was waiting for Germany to get t whatever was on his mind.
He did say, “You know I encourage your diplomatic endeavors, but why are you telling me this?”
There was dappled light filtering in through the trees and it made the whole day feeling charmingly cozy. There was a moment of quiet, which was only punctuated by the crunch of leaves under their feet.
Then, Germany seemed to summon his strength and say, “He was telling me about the Holy Roman Empire. They lived together when Austria ruled him.”
Prussia hid his own surprise, because it had never crossed his mind that Italy had known his younger brother. He hadn’t considered that they lived together before.
It made sense looking back. At the time, Prussia had little to do with the politics of the rest of Europe, and it had escaped his notice.
In all the times that he had watched Germany talking intently to Italy, he had not thought that they may be rekindling a connection. Even if Germany did not remember it, it was entirely possible that he still felt a glimmer of friendship.
Could Italy tell that the man he was talking to was the same one that he had known years ago?
The thought was strangely haunting to Prussia, almost melancholy. How odd it would be to talk to a ghost.
Germany continued to speak, “The way Feli speaks about him makes it sounds like he really misses him. I think they were very good friends.”
Prussia thought, momentarily, that it was amusing that he used the same term as his own romantic feelings. He really must not have any idea what was developing between them.
Then, an old conversation surfaced in his mind. Holy Rome had once told him that he intended to get married to one of Rome’s heirs. It had been a topic Prussia had quickly dismissed once he had severed his relationship with the Catholic empire.
The comment brought it back to mind so clearly, and made a sudden strange sense. Had he meant to marry Italy before his death?
The thought was even more melancholy, because Prussia could easily imagine the grief that Italy had felt when Holy Rome had vanished. He knew the pain of losing a lover.
He glanced at Germany, and could see the likeness of young Holy Rome in his face. He was older now, but he did not look so different. Given the right cloak and hat, it would be easy to see.
How strange and painful that must be for Italy. Did he know that he was talking to half a ghost?
Did he gravitate towards Germany because he could see the resemblance so clearly?
He could not imagine how he would have reacted to a man who looked like his lost love, but who had none of their memories together. Italy must be more conflicted than he was showing.
He wondered if Germany’s own fondness for Italy came from that childhood relationship. The heart may remember what the mind had forgotten.
Germany seemed to be struggling through his thoughts as he said, “When Feli talks about him, I feel almost like almost I knew him.”
He trailed off for a moment, and the methodical crunch of leaves beneath their feet filled the silence.
Prussia thought for a fleeting moment that Germany was about to break through an amnesic barrier. The thought was terrible, because it would bring a cascade of pain and betrayal.
Whatever the feeling of death had been, the pain had been enough for Germany to lock it away in his own mind. There was an experience there that Prussia could not imagine, one that had been terrible enough to forget everything that came before it.
If Germany broke through he would remember that Austria had left him to die on a battlefield, and Prussia feared what the repercussions would be for his psyche. The amnesia was surely a way to protect himself from the knowledge that he was left to die.
Selfishly, he knew that he would also be called to account. If Germany remembered that he was once the Holy Roman Empire, then he would ask why Prussia had never told him. And that was not a conversation Prussia was prepared to have.
He watched with trepidation, wondering if Germany was about to experience the full force of those emotions.
But then Germany shook his head like it was an absurd thought, and Prussia breathed a short sigh of relief.
To reinforce that conclusion, Prussia said, “You did not know him. He died a long time ago.”
He knew it was half a lie, but it was one that would keep Germany from interrogating his own memories.
Germany shook his head one more time and said, “I know that. But, I wanted to ask you if you remembered him. He was our brother, wasn't he?”
He looked like he was trying to put the pieces together in his head. Prussia answered the question, “We had the same father, but I never knew him well. Roderich would know him better than I did. My king was never the Holy Roman emperor, and Holy Rome never lived with me.”
He hoped that would be enough to put the topic to rest and avoid any danger of old memories resurfacing. Germany was chewing the inside of his lower lip, like he was thinking very hard.
Prussia knew that there was more that he could say about the Holy Roman empire, but it would be inappropriate. He had thought Holy Rome was weak and ineffective, and he had spent years training Germany to overcome those qualifies.But, it would be unkind to tell a man about the weak boy he had once been.
Germany pressed him, “Can you tell me what you remember about him?”
Prussia sighed. He had to come up with an answer, and it would have to be one that would satisfy Germany’s curiosity.
He stopped walking, and looked up at Germany solemnly. Hemet the curious blue eyes and said, “Listen to me. Maximilian had too much power for a boy his age, and it killed him.”
He stepped towards his brother and placed his hands on his shoulders. He wanted Germany to listen to every word clearly. He enunciated every word as he said, “That is exactly why I made sure you were ready to become an empire. I was not going to let you fail the way he did. You are the future and I wanted you to be ready. I have lost one brother already, and I will do everything in my power not to lose you.”
The words he dared not say echoed in his mind: I will not be able to bring you back from death a second time.
He omitted the fact that he had spent time planning to fix the deficiencies that had brought Germany so close to destruction before.
He continued, “Now take an example from the season. Let the dead go, and move forward.”
The blonde nodded and replied, “But what about Feli? I want to understand him.”
Prussia drew in one more breath through his nose. He could hear the pangs of love in his brother’s voice, the first love that he neither fully forget nor fully remember.
Prussia answered, “Show him the man that you are, and he’ll love you for it.”
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Nyo! Germany?
Ahhh yes my wife
Sexuality Headcanon: LESBIAN
Gender Headcanon: Cis woman
A ship I have with said character: NYO GERITA also nyo geritapan (she deserves 2 gorlfriends)
A BROTP I have with said character: Her and her sister if course
A NOTP I have with said character: Literally any man
A random headcanon: She sings to herself when she bakes uwu
General Opinion over said character: I LOVVEE HEERRRR MAKE HER REAL PLEASE ILL GET DOWN ON ONE KNEE SO FAST YOU HAVE NO IDEA
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And So, We Meet Again
Title: And So, We Meet Again
Fandom: Hetalia
Pairing(s): Gerita
Summary: Sequel to Hetaween event day 8
Germany hadn’t forgotten about his old friend. Yes, that man was still fresh in his mind. The truth is, Germany hadn’t really gotten over having to send him away like that; not to the extent that he’d let himself go, but just thinking about that day was enough to almost make him break down into tears (And he has a few times, actually). Of course, he did his best to keep going and not fall apart, because that’s what Italy would want, right? As he settled in for the night, he dreaded having to go to sleep. Over and over, that day would replay in his mind, and over and over, he found himself unable to fall back asleep. He knew he couldn’t stay awake forever, so he reluctantly allowed himself to drift off into slumber.
Upon opening his eyes, Germany did not see his room’s ceiling, like he had expected. He instead found himself staring straight up into the sky, which obscured by thick, gray clouds. The surface underneath him was wobbly, prompting him to sit up only to realize that he was just lying face up in a gondola. He carefully lifted himself onto a nearby deck and simply wandered around. Frankly, Germany couldn’t help but feel a little concerned. None of his dreams were ever as vague and empty as this one. This place reminded him of a certain city that he had visited a few times; but the complete absence of any sort of life made him feel somewhat afraid, afraid that some horrible Eldritch abomination would pop out of an alley or emerge from one of the many canals and end him. Germany prepared himself to run.
And he soon did find himself running. Not from a creature, no; just to find refuge from the raging storm he was stuck in. Without thinking, he ran into the nearest unlocked building, shutting the door behind him. Now that he had this problem solved, Germany had bigger concerns to address. Where the hell is he? Where is anyone else? Is this even real?
He was snapped out of his thoughts by the sound of a door closing from elsewhere in the building. “Hello,” he called out and immediately regretted. Why the hell did he decide to do that? What an absolute horror-movie-protagonist move he just made. “W-who’s there,” someone else called out. “I have a spoon and I’m not afraid to use it!” Germany thought for a second. Would he really want to confront this person? He’s unarmed, and this mystery person has a spoon; that wouldn’t be a fair fight, would it? So caught up in his thoughts, he was, that he didn’t hear the person running down the stairs until it was too late. And as he prepared to aim for the head, he saw that the person was not some dangerous menace.
It was Italy.
“Germany...”
“Italy...”
“Germany...!” Italy ran to him and clung onto him, pressing kisses on any part of Germany’s face he could reach. “It’s been so long! I missed you so much! I thought I’d never see you again and-Germany?” Germany noticed that his vision was getting blurry; he hadn’t realized that he’d started crying until he rubbed his eyes. “I’m sorry,” he muttered as he wiped the tears from his face.
“Shh, it’s okay, you did nothing wrong.”
“...You’re not...mad at me?” Italy blinked in confusion before realizing what Germany meant. “I was a little mad at first,” he said. “But I understand why you had to. It...still hurt, though.” Germany nuzzled into Italy’s hair. Despite Italy being smaller than him, Germany felt safe in his embrace. “Germany, I feel like I should tell you this...your brother’s wrong about me.”
“What?”
“I’m not imaginary. I was real once. Me and my brother were both Italy, during all that time when our country was just a bunch of smaller states.” Italy frowned. “But when our country unified, there could only be one of us...so I ended up disappearing. But when I disappeared off the face of the Earth, I apparently disappeared from everyone’s memories too...”
“You’ve met the others?”
“Yep! Austria, Hungary, Prussia, and many more...I’ve met them all!” Italy’s frown deepened. “But they all seemed to have forgotten about me. I know my brother remembers, but he denies that I ever existed. You’re the first one in so long who noticed me...that’s why I didn’t want to leave your side.” Italy trembled in Germany’s arms, his breaths becoming shaky. “It’s lonely here...I want you to stay but I know that you can’t.”
“Italy?”
“Hmm?”
“...I love you.” Feeling unusually bold but still shy, he gave Italy a chaste kiss on the lips. His face flushed and his eyes slightly glassy, Italy smiled. “I love you more.” He buried his face in Germany’s chest, a single tear rolling down his cheek. “If only we could stay together forever and ever...Wait-Germany, you’re fading!” Germany looked down at his transparent arms. “Why now,” he said, very disgruntled. “I’m sorry...I want to stay, but...” Italy cut him off. “I know. Hey, promise me we’ll meet again!”
“I promise.” Germany was engulfed in a warm and fuzzy feeling and his vision was becoming hazy. The last thing he saw was Italy smiling tearfully, before blowing Germany a kiss.
He opened his eyes, his vision greeted by the off-white ceiling of his bedroom. Sitting up, he looked around. He was certainly back in his bed. But he had no way of knowing whether all of what had happened was just a dream, or somehow...real. A dull ache formed in Germany’s chest, his face heating up as tears flooded his vision. Letting go of all his in bottled up emotions, he put his face in his hands and wept.
He didn’t care if he was going crazy. If this was insanity, he would rather not be saved. He could only pray that someday, he and his love would united, together forevermore.
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Controversial Hetalia Meme Ask
Since I don't get asks I'm just gonna offer my opinion out there lol
Do you consider the 2Ps to be insane or no?
Oh yes definitely. I know some fans are against the idea of insane 2P characters but I've been on board with it since I've first discovered it. When it comes to 2P!, I don't think these Hetalia characters exist in the same world/dimension. That's why when fans ask "oh what does 1P!America think of 2P!America," I don't even think exist in the same verse.
Opinions on HRE?
I was never into chibitalia and HRE but one things certain, I truthfully believe Germany is HRE.
What do you consider a big no-no in the fandom?
France is a r*pist and Spain is a p*do really bothered me. Fans don't realize how hard it is for France to be such a passionate, loving nation only to live for so long without having an s/o to grow old with. Spain loves children I believe so I feel he'd be so disheartend to hear fans think of him that way.
Thoughts on Seychelles?
I'll say this, Seychelles was a way for Hima to embody Hetalia fangirls and in the end she was crucified by the same fans who felt she was a threat to their ships. Think about it, Seychelles is cheerful, and shy which I know very well many fangirls act the same way. She was even the main character of Gauken Hetalia which was Hima's way to put us in her place, like we were part of the hetaliaverse. Maybe this is a western fans perspective but the way she was treated was horrible. She deserves so much better...
Thoughts on any of the Hetalia girls?
They obviously don't get enough screen time and if there was a movie about them, I would support it. But let's be honest, Hetalia is fan service and Hima isn’t obligated to showcase diversity compared to western creators. I really like Taiwan and Seychelles because I think they're like me!
Do you think the Nyos are offensive?
I would be perfectly fine with the Nyos if it wasn't for their skimpy clothes. As soldiers, I thought it'd be cool to see them in proper uniforms but they weren't :( But like I said, fanservice, you've got to cater to the crowd.
Thoughts on controversial ships? (i.e: UsUk, Spamano, Itacest, etc.)
I've never been a shipper tbh because I'm more of a historical hetalia fan. I've never liked USUK or Spamano because I feel these characters grew up like brothers. Especially Spamano, I don't feel right thinking Spain sees Romano in a romantic way after taking care of him as a young boy. Itacest, Germancest, and AmeCan is a big no no for me. It makes me uncomfortable tbh.
Do you think the fandom is toxic?
Every fandom is toxic but Hetalia got so bad at one point and now I think it won't go back to that unless there is a huge revival (ex. new season/movie). Idk if I'm a new side of the fandom but I really like the historical hetalia side because they are all educated, exciting and go past the two-dimensional character personalities.
What do you think makes a "bad ship"?
I can't really imagine a bad ship because if you love two characters seperately and think they will get along, it's up to you. Like Prussia and South Korea? I would never imagine an interaction between the two but I think they would be fun together.
Thoughts on cosplays using historical taboo outfits? (i.e: Germany as a Nazi, etc.)
Ugh, this was such an issue in the fandom and I agree, it's horrible. I honestly don't understand why they would do that in the first place because Hetalia disregards the connection between Germany and the nazi government.
Thoughts on political fanart?
I think depictions of war are okay but it's a big no no to do recent events or Germany or Prussia in concentration camps.
Thoughts on cosplayers cosplaying as a character of a different nationality/race?
As long as their not doing blackface, or yellowface it should be fine in my opinion. I don't really care about cosplay.
How do you feel about younger people in the fandom?
I joined the fandom when I was like 12? My advice is always be weary about who you interact with in the fandom. Some fans may not realize what they spout...
Do you think certain ships are canon/will become canon?
No not at all, I think Hima is good at teasing tho. I think everyone agrees GerIta is mostly canon but Hima won't outright admit it. Example would be Buon San Valentino because he dropped so many hints but it wasn't "exactly" a canon relationship. It'll stay that way unless two countries unite together like AusHun.
Do you think Hetalia is taken too seriously?
When people talk about how it's propoganda and racist (pfft) definitely yes. People tend to forget this show is based off of Japanese stereotypes and not every show is westernized. If it was really racist, each character would be horribly called out on a past event or their physcial appearances are exaggerated. Their flaws are something we point out and laugh about because, yes, Americans really are too loud and friendly. See? Harmless.
Thoughts on headcanons about a character that defies canon? (i.e; changing a character's gender, race, etc.)
I can't think of an example of this but I always strictly follow canon.
Thoughts on straight ships?
Again, I'm not a shipper but I do like PruHun to an extent. I wish I had an idiot like Prussia lol
What ships do you consider abusive?
Again, I don't pay attention to ships.
Do you think a blogger should have to Trigger Tag a ship or character?
That sounds a little ridiculous because I don't consider any ships or characters triggering tbh. If someone did, then I’m sorry i have too many posts to go back and tag everything.
What ships do you consider toxic?
N/A
Do you think any characters are/will be canonly LGBT?
Oh yes definitely! But they have to be picky-choosy with which era they choose to be open about it. You cannot tell me Spain was openly gay for most of the middle ages under the Catholic church. In modern time, it's no big deal so I see them willingly going out and flirting or crushing on all genders. Then, I also see Prussia (who is former Teutonic Knight) who had a promise with God about virginity. I think his mindset and values are the same so he rarely gets involved with anyone. It happens every century or so?
Do you think Hetalia sugar coats/numbs actual historical events?
If Hetalia didn't sugar coat historical events, it wouldn't be a cutesy anime. They have to sugarcoat as to not offend anyone and because the nature of the show is purely comedy. There have been numb moments in the show like all of Davie but that's to show a deeper perspective that nations face as immortals.
How do you feel about Mafia AUs?
I used to really like them, but realized it's the same thing as cartels and gangs. If someone did a cartel AU for all the latin countries I would raise hell, so I imagine Italian fans feeling the same way. Idk I'm still deciding on it...
How do you feel about WWII AUs?
Being a historical hetalia fan I actually really like it. Of course if it's done in a respectful manner. I like hearing about fighter pilot America and sniper Russia. I like to hear about how Prussia was treated like shit because he wasn't the ideal blonde hair, blue eyes like his brother. I like to hear France and England having to team up despite not liking eachother and how devastated England was when France fell to Germany. I also like to hear about Denmark protecting all the Danish jews and defying against Germany. I like to hear the amounting pressure Japan must've felt having to please his boss while backstabbing China and Korea, the people he loves dearly as family, at the same time. So yes, I do like WWII AUs but I'm happy Hima has strayed away from that topic. It's not everyone's cup of tea...
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okay is it just me but i need to see gerita as Maria and Tony from the movie west side story because.. r e a s o n s
Ooooh yes. I saw this musical once, and I kind of dig how this fits. 925 words, starring Feli as Maria, and Lud as Tony!
(Find it on ao3)
Feli had been having a good time, until now.
Despite the near suffocating heat of the gymnasium, Feliciano had danced at least a dozen songs in a row. Of course, Antonio had monopolized most of his dances. They were to be married. It was to be expected. If Feli had been relieved when Lovino had pulled Antonio aside to hatch some scheme, he didn’t have to tell anyone.
So he had quite enjoyed himself swinging around on the arms of strangers, acquaintances, friends of his. He had danced until he exhausted himself, and then he had danced a little more. Finally, he had collapsed somewhere near the punch bowl to try to catch his breath.
The current song was winding down, and the ensuing stillness gave him a moment to take a better look at all the dancers. It didn’t at all surprise him to find the dance floor divided nearly evenly in half.
On one side, the Sharks, his brother’s gang. Lovino very likely would have been dancing with the rest of the gang had he not been snickering in a corner with Antonio, his closest friend. There was trouble in their eyes. Feli hoped they wouldn’t cause a scene.
But then, there were the Jets, and where the Jets went, trouble followed. He could easily pick out their leader from the undulating crowd. With his red eyes and ivory skin, he tended to draw looks-- not that his loud mouth didn’t do that anyway. He was dancing with some blonde in a way that might have been provocative had it not been so silly.
The two sides kept apart, kept to themselves, hardly mingled except to look down their noses at one another. Caught in the middle of the two sides was Feliciano, sipping his punch and wondering vaguely when he might be able to go home.
The song ended. Lovino and Antonio rushed to center stage, where the crowd cleared to give them space. Feliciano was about to worry about a fight, but then the next song flared into action, and the pair broke into some of the flashiest, most obnoxious dancing Feliciano had ever seen. He had been too tired to join anyway, but any residual desire to dance had vanished with their display.
Before he could so much as roll his eyes at them, the leader of the Jets broke into the circle with his partner, determined to steal the spotlight. Lovino’s gang jeered, but a few more couples stormed the floor to reassert the Sharks’ dominance of the dance. In a matter of seconds, the two sides were dancing very pointedly at each other, sending one clear message: we’re better than you’ll ever be. It was nothing but a childish taunt. The dancing might have been impressive, were it not so mulish, and Feliciano wanted nothing to do with it.
Feli wondered again how long it might be before Antonio stopped gloating and took him home already, if this ridiculous battle would end after just one song, or whether it would simply keep going, on and on, outside the gymnasium and into the streets, forever and always until both sides had worn each other down and nobody would admit having lost.
It was difficult to watch. Everybody seemed to be dancing this hateful dance, everybody except Feli.
And the stranger across the gym.
They locked eyes, and Feli was struck by how sharp the other’s gaze was. It was absolutely magnetic. He hadn’t realized he had been gravitating towards him until he found himself close enough to notice the blue of his eyes, the serenity in the way he held himself.
“I’m a little scared to go out into that mess,” joked the stranger. “I might get trampled.”
“It really is a mess, isn’t it?” Feli laughed. He didn’t know why he was laughing, but the stranger was smiling, too, and that felt good, so he laughed again. “You know, we could use the buddy system. Maybe then we won’t get lost out there.”
“Are you asking me to dance?” said the stranger, eyebrows shooting up towards his slick blonde hair.
Feli offered him his hand and a grin, and that was all the answer the stranger needed.
The battle ebbed when a slower tune drifted over them, but Feli hardly noticed. They could have danced to anything. They danced for an eternity. It wasn’t enough. They chatted all the while. His name was Ludwig, and the leader of the Jets was his best friend-- although they were more like brothers for how long they had known each other. And he agreed with Feli! They were all making fools of themselves, dancing like that, dancing like they wanted to stomp each other into the ground.
When Ludwig and Feli danced together, it wasn’t like that at all. It was slow, and sweet, and curious.
He wanted it to never stop.
“Hey, don’t you know he’s engaged?”
Their little world shattered under Lovino’s voice. Lovino took Feli by the arm, dragged him away, chastised him, telling him he needed to be more careful about keeping better company, but Feli didn’t hear any of it. He was too caught up in those blue eyes watching him leave, those arms he wanted to feel around him again and again, too encapsulated in the sudden realization that he needed to see him again, as soon as possible--
--and then, stunned by one last revelation, one that would keep him up not only that night, but many, many more.
Feliciano had fallen in love.
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Elegy for the Earth (1)
The tale of Orpheus and Eurydice, or Marzia’s journey to the Underworld.
(i’m just testing yet another au out, so here’s like 5k words of nyo!gerita with marzia being very gay and very musically talented + wood nymph monika because who doesn’t want that. the rest of the myth is gonna be finished in another post, but here’s some deceptively sweet fluff for now)
To the untrained ear, the silence of the woods cast a heavy weight on those who dared to venture within its boundaries, thick branches tangled together to block out the sky above and muffle the land they protected.
But Marzia could hear the melody hidden deep in the heart that the forest covered.
The whistle of the wind rustling through the leaves, the chirping of the birds perched safely in the cover of the branches, the light pattering of the squirrels darting across the worn dirt path, that hushed song slowly unveiled itself in the safety that those woods provided.
That was the music she strove to replicate, strumming the lyre in her arms as she joined the symphony of the forest around her and sang.
Each gentle note, every faint hum, all of the sounds she made she used to coax more of the world around her out until the trees dipped low to hear her song and the forest joined her harmony to meld their creations together into a melodious wonder.
The gift of music wasn’t one that Marzia intended on wasting, but even she couldn’t walk forever before her legs started to ache and her voice started to crack with muffled gasps for air.
Marzia briefly glanced around, spinning in a lazy circle to take in the blur of vibrant greens and muted browns that weaved together to form the hazy woods around her. She only stopped when she saw the grand oak tree just a little ways away from the path, young green leaves filtering out the harsh sunlight above to cast a swaying shadow on the ground that slowly swept across the ground with the passing breeze.
In short, the perfect spot to rest.
The earthy scent of the woods rushed to greet her as she settled down near the roots of the tree with a content sigh, the rough scratch of the bark against her back easing her fall until she was safe under the shade of the tree. Her clothes were surely ruined by the damp dirt under her, but Marzia hardly cared about that now that she had a moment to rest.
She took a minute to close her eyes, savoring the melody around her once more and catching her breath before she finally strummed her lyre and sang along with that unseen song.
The quiet hum of the nature around her harmonized with her music, from the brush of the wind to the chattering of the creatures hidden in the brush, a tune she drew from in order to form her own.
When her throat started to ache with the first signs of fatigue, Marzia allowed herself to rest, although her fingers still plucked idly at the strings of her lyre in a slow tune. In that brief intermission, she finally opened her eyes and froze when she saw a woman standing in front of her.
Marzia had never seen anyone quite like her, dressed in a chiton that draped loosely over her broad form. Pale blonde hair cropped short swept across her face with the breeze, revealing a pair of piercing blue eyes that shone a deep navy in the sunlight for a brief moment until they widened with surprise.
Before Marzia could even think to say a word to her, she was gone, vanished as if she had never existed in the first place.
All Marzia could do was stare at first, jaw dropping open as she took in the empty spot where the woman had just been standing before she jolted forward to sit up and whip her head around.
There were no signs of footprints, no indentations in the earth to prove that a mortal had been there at all, and for a moment, Marzia felt fear rear its head up alongside the mess of confusion.
She had been a fool to think that such beauty would be anything but divine.
But as she made to stand up, lyre clutched to her chest, the branches above her reached to follow, curling in on themselves ever so slightly as the creaking of the wood joined the rustling of the leaves.
And in that brief burst of sound, Marzia could have sworn she heard a voice, hidden deep in the music of the oak tree.
No.
Marzia looked up, but saw no one, no woman, no person, around her to claim that deep rumble as their own. As she glanced back at the oak tree behind her though, a slow suspicion started to form in Marzia’s head.
“Do you want me to stay?”
It felt odd to address a tree, but the answer she received was clear enough. The branches slowly unfurled themselves, straightening back out in what Marzia could only assume was an open invitation for her to accept.
Marzia blinked once, then twice before her lips curled up into a warm smile, kneeling down to sit by the base of the tree once more.
“I hope you don’t mind if I play a little then,” she mused.
Yet again, there was no answer to be seen, but Marzia heard the sharp rustle of the leaves in a slow rhythm, as if someone was nodding their head along ever so slightly.
With that, Marzia strummed the lyre once more and opened her mouth to sing along with it. The forest remained her ever-present audience, but this time, Marzia was nothing but delighted to be able to perform for the dryad who had allowed her to stay.
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She made sure to visit the oak tree day after day, resting under the shade of the branches and singing whatever new melody she had composed that morning. Hours flew by as she hummed and played her lyre, but she had yet to see the dryad reveal herself as she had that fateful day.
Regardless, it was an honor to gain the trust of one and Marzia made sure to treat that privilege as such. She knew the dryad was listening, even if she never appeared in person, and that was enough for Marzia.
However, as Marzia closed her eyes to rest one day, sitting against the trunk of the oak tree as usual, that quickly changed when she felt the distinct sensation of someone watching her. She had her suspicions as to who exactly it was, and when she opened her eyes to see the familiar sight of the same dryad studying her, she only gave a kind smile back.
“This is your tree, isn’t it?”
The woman looked surprised at her gentle question, eyes widening for a brief moment before she carefully nodded her head. “Yes.”
And oh, her voice was deep with the power of the roots below them, a strong and steady rumble as firm as the earth she inhabited. Marzia could already hear the song in her voice, the hidden melody in that simple word, but that was a matter for later.
“Who are you?” the nymph asked cautiously, studying her carefully with the same stern gaze that Marzia remembered first seeing.
However, she made sure to answer properly this time, taking care to keep her focus on the question at hand. “I’m Marzia. Marzia Vargas.”
“Marzia.” Her name came off so differently when it rolled off of the tongue of the dryad, slowly testing out the sound for herself before she nodded. “My name is Monika.”
Marzia couldn’t have thought of a more fitting name for her, beaming up at her as she leaned back against the trunk of the oak tree. “That’s a pretty name.”
She couldn’t help the giggle that sprung from her chest when Monika’s pale face flushed bright red, eyes darting to the side as she cleared her throat in a show of surprise that Marzia didn’t expect from someone so intimidating.
“Thank you,” she finally mumbled, pausing in order to rush out her next sentence. “Your name is very nice as well.”
Marzia could feel the genuine appreciation in that compliment and it was one that she took to heart as she laughed.
“I'm glad you like it.” She beamed up at Monika, lightened in the warm atmosphere around them until she suddenly gasped. “Oh, I forgot to ask! Would you like to sit with me?”
Monika glanced down for a moment, ducking her head ever so slightly before she met Marzia’s eyes again. “If you don’t mind,” she said quietly.
Marzia didn’t have to think twice when she beamed at her.
“Not at all!” She patted the open spot next to her cheerfully. “Here, there’s plenty of space for both of us!”
That seemed to be enough to convince Monika to move, slowly making her way over to her to sit down by her side. However, Marzia could still catch the hint of something hidden away on her face, held behind by hesitation.
She frowned and tilted her head, leaning forward to meet her eyes with a concerned stare. “Is something wrong?”
Almost immediately, that flicker of doubt was gone, cast away with a shake of Monika’s head. “No, it’s nothing.”
That only served to deepen Marzia’s worry though as she gathered up her lyre in her arms.
“If I’m bothering you, I can leave-”
“No!”
They both froze as soon as that word left Monika’s mouth, staring blankly at one another until Monika let out a heavy sigh.
“It’s just-” She cut herself off and brought a hand up to rub at her temples before she finally glanced back at Marzia. “Could you keep singing?”
Her request was nearly inaudible, barely caught over the sound of the forest around them, but to Marzia, it was about as clear as could be.
And she had never been so honored to receive such a request in her life as she settled back down, picking her lyre up as she shot a warm smile towards Monika.
“Of course I can.”
Marzia’s fingers plucked at the strings of her lyre, drawing out a series of melodies before she settled on a light-hearted tune, one that she drew from the mellow air around them. As soon as that harmony started to develop under her guidance, she allowed herself to sing along and coax that music out into the world.
Performing for the world was enough for her, but to sing for a woman who listened so closely to her music was an experience that Marzia could never hope to compare to any other.
-
Days melted into weeks before those too faded away into months, time passing by ever so eagerly as Marzia made her way to the oak tree every day.
Some days she wouldn’t stay long, darting by to offer a quick greeting to Monika before she was rushing back home to finish whatever task she had put off on completing in order to wander around in the woods.
Other days, she would stay at that tree until the sun rose and fell, watching the sky fade from a clear blue into a swirl of bright oranges and royal purples before the night fell in a deep black blanket across the land, swallowing up the shadows beneath them until all that was left was Marzia’s quiet song in the hush of the land.
Those were the days that she treasured, when she could relax against the trunk of the tree with Monika at her side and share idle conversation with her as she plucked at the strings of her lyre. Everything from the weather to their respective sisters all came to light in their talks, no topic left untouched under the endless amount of time they shared together.
And ever so slowly, Marzia saw the kind woman within the fierce dryad that she had first encountered, someone who fed the stray dogs of the town with whatever berries she picked that day and guided lost travellers back to the worn dirt path during the cold winter nights.
Monika was as soft as she was strong and Marzia felt nothing but gratefulness to be able to know her.
For once, this was another night where Marzia could stay with Monika from the sunrise onwards, letting the afternoon pass by them ever so lazily until the forest started to darken with the coming sunset.
The summer breeze gently carried the last of the warmth from the day along with it, whisking along the scent of old pine and well-cared earth with it in a pleasantly hazy combination. With the gentle end to the day, Marzia’s music followed suit as well, humming out a soft lullaby to soothe the world to sleep as Monika sat quietly by her side.
When she finally played the last note on her lyre and let her voice carry out through the woods one final time before her song ended, she allowed the silence to settle between them, a brief respite for Marzia to catch her breath.
Once she took a deep breath and let out a content sigh though, she turned her head to face Monika, leaning against the scratchy bark of the oak tree.
“Are you happy here, Monika?” she murmured.
Monika paused at that, blinking once before a contemplative look settled across her face. “Here?”
Marzia nodded lazily, letting her hands fall to her lap to set her lyre down.
“In the woods.” She kept her voice hushed, barely above a whisper as the night settled down around them. “It has to be lonely, being here all by yourself.”
Monika didn’t answer right away, a silent request for some more time to think before she slowly gave her response.
“It was, at first,” she replied. “I don’t mind it though.”
She soon pinned Marzia down with a confused stare, furrowing her brow ever so slightly. “Why are you asking?”
“I was just thinking,” Marzia hummed, “that maybe you could come live with me.”
This time, the silence that sprouted between them was filled with nothing but shock.
“Live with you?” Monika repeated, tone already dipping into disbelief.
That didn’t stop Marzia from nodding along with a bright smile though.
“Mhm!” She let her voice strengthen itself with her conviction. “So you won’t be all alone here.”
Monika only opened and closed her mouth, visibly racing through a multitude of answers in her head before she finally settled on one.
“Do you understand how forward that is?”
Her tone was incredulous, but Marzia could see the faint pink dusting across her cheeks, and that was enough for her to decide to push her luck.
“Forward?” Her grin widened as she leaned forward to playfully nudge Monika’s shoulder with her own. “Do you want me to ask if I can marry you first?”
Just like that, Monika’s light blush burst into a heavy crimson that jumped to spread down to her neck, completely covering her face and betraying her embarrassment, much to Marzia’s delight.
She couldn’t help the small laugh that burst from her chest, light and carefree in the summer air until she finally managed to suppress them into sporadic giggles and settled back down.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she sighed, letting her smile fade ever so slightly into gentle concern, “but are you sure you don’t want to stay with me?”
Monika quickly sobered herself up as well, shaking her head and sending her short hair waving across her face with that small motion.
“I’m fine here.” She glanced down with Marzia with a hint of exasperation. “You still visit anyways.”
Marzia couldn’t argue with that, so she simply settled for shooting her a broad grin.
“I’ll just come more often then,” she announced.
Monika let out a low hum, the heavy sound laced with amusement no matter how stern she tried to appear. “I can’t stop you, can I?”
“You could,” Marzia replied easily, smile widening with every word, “but you won’t.”
Monika sighed, an unspoken acceptance of Marzia's singsong opinion before she moved on to the next matter on her mind. “Could you sing again?”
All of the hesitance she had struggled with earlier on was gone, leaving behind a polite formality that Marzia had come to connect with Monika herself.
And as always, her answer was the same.
“Of course.”
She settled herself down on the earth before she picked up her lyre to strum another chord and send it out for one last melody before the night fully enveloped the sky.
Her own voice was quiet, a song made solely for Monika to hear, as she weaved her music.
And as the sunset finally melted away to let the moon peek through the sky under the light of the stars, Marzia shifted closer inch by inch until her head finally dropped down to rest on Monika’s shoulder, letting the melody she weaved wash over them both until sleep granted them their rest.
-
The beating of her heart was one of the first rhythms that Marzia had ever truly came to admire, the first melody she had heard as a child.
The constant thud, the steady pulse through her veins, the rush of emotions that flooded her chest, that was the music that she had admired so deeply when she was younger.
But now, Marzia wondered if she could drown in that music the longer time went on.
She wasn’t sure when it had started, when the muted hum of admiration tumbled into an all-encompassing adoration that she could do little to stop. It simply dragged her along in its haphazard path, throwing her headfirst into the love that she had sang so often about.
Monika was the perfect muse to serve as a catalyst for those whirlwind of emotions after all.
Stoic and strong to the world, sheltering the hidden care inside that she granted with a selective hand, there was little about her that Marzia could bring herself to criticize.
She worried from time to time if Monika would be able to see the love that overflowed from her, threatening to spill her secrets out at her feet until all she could do was pray that she would accept what little she had to offer. If that was what Monika wanted though, if that was what the dryad that had captivated Marzia so strongly asked for, then Marzia would gladly throw her love down for her without a second thought.
She would be content without an answer to those fears, to keep that hazy affection to keep to herself and warm her with idle fantasies and softened daydreams when she was alone.
But her answer came much faster than she expected on one unsuspecting afternoon.
“I don’t think this is a good idea.”
Marzia glanced over her shoulder, meeting Monika’s concerned stare with a bright smile.
“It’ll be fine!” she chirped back, checking to make sure her lyre was safely out of the way and nestled against the trunk of the oak tree. “This is your tree anyways! It’s just as strong as you!”
But still, Monika hesitated, standing in place as her hands drifted down to clasp behind her back before they fell to her sides again as she eyed the branches with caution. “You can still fall.”
A lazy flick of Marzia’s wrist waved off that concern in a second though.
“I’m not climbing all the way up!” she replied with a grin, pointing up to the first set of branches above her. “Just to there!”
Monika looked between her destination and Marzia herself for a moment, gaze flickering back and forth until she finally let out a heavy sigh.
“Just this once,” she muttered, stepping forward to join Marzia.
Marzia couldn’t stop her grin from widening as she let out a delighted laugh, tossing her head back with joy.
“Thank you!” That cheer only lasted a minute before her grin turned somewhat sheepish. “Now can you help me up?”
The only way to describe the stare that Monika gave her in that moment would be incredulous, but even that quickly faded as she ducked her head and let out a miffed huff.
Marzia still caught the small smile on her face though, and that was enough to make her joy return tenfold.
“Fine.” Monika carefully made her way forward until she was just behind Marzia, a warm and steady presence at her back as she slowly reached out to grip Marzia’s waist.
It was one thing to watch those hands work, but to finally have them resting on her so gingerly sent shivers down Marzia’s spine.
“Is this alright?” Monika asked quietly, voice deep with concern.
Marzia quickly nodded, careful to keep her lips shut to keep that little thought from escaping her. “Mhm!”
Monika studied her closely, eyes narrowing for a brief moment before she finally nodded to herself.
Without another word, she hefted Marzia up off the ground until she could reach up to grab the branch above her head. A part of her wondered exactly what it would be like to be held in those arms, but Marzia only soothed that brief daydream back down for later as she clambered up onto the sturdy branch.
As soon as she scooted over to rest against the trunk of the tree, peering down with a bright smile, Monika promptly vanished once more before she reappeared on the branch just next to her.
“See?” Marzia couldn’t keep the teasing curl out of her words as she grinned at Monika. “I told you it would be fine!”
Monika only shook her head in response, letting out an exasperated sigh at her jest. Marzia could tell that there was no real offense in her expression though, and that was enough for her to let out a small laugh before she turned her attention to the view ahead of her.
There wasn’t enough height to get a view of the whole forest, but the sight they had was wonderous enough on its own.
From here, the dark clumps of bushes and thickets were spread out until they were hardly much larger than Marzia’s lyre. The sun-speckled forest floor lay splayed below her, a surface that pulsed the tide of shadows with the sway of the leaves above her head.
She knew that the forest was a place filled with life, overflowing with song, but from here, that song surrounded her until the woods filled up the world around them with nothing but their hushed melody.
Marzia could only stare at first, unable to think of the words fitting enough to describe the world around her before she turned to face Monika and found that same awe-struck stare aimed back at her.
She froze under that stare, keen blue eyes flickering under the light until Marzia could have sworn that Monika had trapped the untameable ocean in her gaze. There was no song that she could have sung to describe the woman in front of her, but somehow, she managed to keep talking nonetheless.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” she whispered, not daring to raise her voice above the melody of the forest around them.
That was enough to startle Monika out of her haze, whipping her head back forward to keep her eyes on the ground.
“Yes.” Her sentences came out rushed, hurried to cover up what Marzia had just seen. “Yes, it is.”
But that little glimpse was what filled Marzia’s chest with hope, pure and innocent as she looked over Monika. It gave her the courage to reach out to lay her hand on top of Monika’s, stunned blue meeting warm caramel in a split second.
“Thank you for letting me stay with you,” she said quietly. “For all of this.”
She could already feel the protest rising up to battle that gratitude, so Marzia made sure to cut it off before it could even begin.
“I mean it,” she continued, letting out a heavy sigh that slowly peeled away the layers in her tone to reveal the flicker of insecurity beneath. “I don’t know why you keep me around. All I can give you is music, and that won’t help you grow.”
“No.”
Marzia froze when Monika’s voice hardened, her hand curling around with Monika’s as she tightened her grip on the wood.
“Your music-” She paused, faltering over her words before she managed to translate her thoughts properly. “Your music is very important to me.”
Marzia had learned long ago that such a simple statement could hold layer upon layer of meaning deep within when it came to Monika. She wasn’t a woman of many words and what she did speak, she truly meant.
“I can’t explain it,” she continued, visibly struggling with each word as it came out, “but it helps me.”
Monika fell silent for a moment, contemplation evident on her face before she finally lifted her head to meet Marzia’s gaze once more.
“Maybe not to grow, but to live.”
And with that simple melody, not one that even Monika herself could hear, Marzia fell faster than she ever had in her life.
Her whole body was lit aflame with nothing but sweet adoration, basking in the quiet melody that Monika had forged together for her. For all of the songs that she had made, for all of the intricate lyrics that she had composed, Marzia couldn’t think of a single thing to describe just how her heart threatened to beat right out of her chest.
So perhaps it was reckless, perhaps it was foolish, but Marzia threw her hopes into expressing those desperate feelings into one simple action.
She leaned forward ever so slightly until she could see the depths of those deep blue eyes for herself, not daring to move any further.
“Can I-?”
Those words brushed against Monika’s lips, but her answer came not even a second later as Monika pushed herself forward to close the distance between them.
In that second, Marzia’s song burst from her, a melody of hushed gasps and muffled hums composed with that simple kiss. It was a song she would never sing for any other audience, one she would never dare to perform for any other living soul.
But as she trailed one hand up to tangle in Monika’s hair, pulling her close within the safety of the deep green leaves around them, Marzia allowed that song to leave her for the woman who had inspired its very creation.
-
The only way that Marzia could describe the forest was paradise. Here, she could sing and play to her heart’s content, safe in the arms of her lover.
That was where she found herself now, nestled in between Monika’s legs to lean back against her chest, strumming at her lyre as Monika rested her hands along her waist.
The tune was a simple one, not much more than a ditty she had created on the spot, but it was enough work to keep her busy and it was more than enough to satisfy Monika.
Her music filled the air, flowing with the breeze until it was swept to the very boundaries of the forest. The sound of her lyre was the only sound around them, but that gentle tune quickly stopped when heavy footsteps came to join them.
Marzia glanced up and quickly bolted upright when she saw a man staring back at them, eyes wide as his gaze fixated on Monika.
“You’re the nymph around here, aren’t you?” His voice took on a reverent hum, one that chilled Marzia to the core when she recognized it as a twisted variation of the tone that she had used on Monika so often. “You’re certainly as beautiful as they say you are.”
However, the praise seemed to have little effect on Monika as her face hardened into a cold glare, standing up without ever taking her eyes off of him.
“You’re not welcome here,” she replied, words as harsh as steel. “I do not take flattery lightly.”
Their unwanted guest only gestured towards himself with disbelief at that statement though.
“Flattery?” he repeated. “I don’t know what kind of men you’ve been seeing, but I assure you, what I say is true.”
Marzia felt her skin crawl with those very words, heard the hidden song deep within his voice. It was one she had heard many times before, honeyed compliments that ran off the tongue as sweet as sugar to hide the lust within in a syrupy haze.
She glanced up at Monika, wondering if she could hear that dangerous melody as well, but the way Monika’s eyes froze into an icy blue stare certainly showed her awareness of that threat.
“I said leave.” That simple word brought forth the strength of the earth at their feet, a deep rumble that rose from the roots of the tree she drew her power from. “Do not make me repeat myself.”
Marzia saw the moment the man realized that his serenade had failed, kind expression falling into puzzlement before he finally looked down to meet her eyes.
And she had never been more terrified when the cruel understanding dawned upon him.
“Are you nymphs really all just prudes?” His eyes never left Marzia’s as she scrambled up to join Monika, who quickly stepped in front of her as soon as he started to speak. “You just can’t be bothered with men, so this is what you turn to.”
His hand twisted for a brief moment, the harsh silver of a dagger gleaming in the sunlight.
That was all Marzia needed to push her back towards the oak tree, keeping her gaze fixed on the knife all the while.
“Go back!” she whispered frantically, shoving her back towards the trunk. “He’ll try to hurt the tree!”
She knew that what she was saying was true, but she still couldn’t help the desperate thought that asked if the target would fall on her if Monika was gone.
Despite her warning though, Monika never moved, looking between the man and Marzia for a second longer before she grabbed her hand and yanked her along as she darted into the woods.
Marzia shrieked when she heard the deep yell and heavy footfalls chasing after them, only kept on her feet by the iron grip Monika had on her wrist.
“Monika!” Marzia’s voice grew shrill with panic, a cacophony of noises and adrenaline she never wanted to hear surrounding her. “Monika, he’ll hurt you!”
But Monika never even stopped for a second, sprinting through the clusters of trees as she dragged Marzia behind her all the while.
Marzia’s head was spinning, lost in the pounding of her heart and the aching of her legs until the pain blended into desperation, sweeping her into her own mind until she had no idea where she was any longer.
“Monika, please!” Her eyes stung with tears that had yet to fall, a scream tearing itself from her throat before she could clamp it back down. “Go back!”
But she never paused, not even when bloody red lines started to bleed through her robes, staining the white fabric with a never-ending flow of deep crimson. She gritted her teeth and occasionally let out a sharp hiss, but Monika never stopped running and Marzia could do nothing to make her.
It was only when she stumbled, letting out a strangled yell as she jerked her leg up, did Monika ever halt for even a moment. But Marzia had no time to get her to slow down, to convince her to go back, to find out what had caused her to stop, because in the next second, Monika was already tearing through the forest once again.
When the sound of their pursuer behind them and the damage that he had surely done to the oak tree faded away completely, Monika finally slowed to a stop.
She released her grip on Marzia’s wrist, turning to meet her eyes for just a second before she swayed to the side and collapsed.
Marzia was down on her knees as soon as she hit the ground, hands fluttering around her torn clothes with no idea on how to heal them.
“You’ll be fine,” she mumbled, desperation forcing her hope out in a final resort. “You’ll be fine. You just need to get back to the tree. You can heal there. You just need to get back. I can get you back there.”
But something was wrong.
That small voice whispered the problem that she could find no solution to over and over again in a looping echo.
Something was wrong, wrong, wrong and Marzia didn’t know how to fix it.
Her eyes scanned over Monika’s body over and over, searching for the missing link within the mess of fabric and blood.
And she nearly missed it for how small it was, something so small that it shouldn’t have mattered at all.
But the second she saw the twin punctures on Monika’s ankle, small enough to be nothing more than a prick from a needle, Marzia felt her blood run cold.
Wounds could be healed with time, but time would only push poison to run its course.
“Monika.” Her voice already started to waver, hushed reassurances and undesirable truths battling to be spoken only to be silenced when she could barely bring herself to say either. “Monika.”
That was all she could bring herself to speak, but there was nothing else she needed to say when she looked down at Monika and saw the acceptance deep within the pained expression on her face. Her breath came out in ragged pants, letting out a deep groan as she brought one hand up to rest on her chest, a useless attempt at staunching the blood.
And Marzia could do nothing to help her, could do nothing but watch as Monika struggled to win a losing battle. She reached out, crawling towards her until she could pull Monika’s head up to rest on her lap, brushing the messy blonde locks out of her face.
It was all she could do now.
But Monika let out a huff, clenching her eyes shut for a moment before she opened them to meet Marzia’s once more.
“Marzia,” she said quietly, “could you sing for me?”
Marzia wasn’t even sure if she could speak at that point, but she forced herself to take a shaky breath as she smiled down at Monika.
“Of course.”
The song that came from her was unlike one that the world had seen.
Grief entwined with love wrapped around each wavering note, a goodbye she had to pry from the heart that refused to let Monika go. No matter how much she tried to weave the soothing melodies that she had made so many times before, the music that left her betrayed her in the time that she needed its comfort the most.
But Monika only closed her eyes to take in Marzia’s final gift, relaxing into her hold as Marzia’s broken song wrapped around them both.
Marzia forced herself to sing until Monika’s hand finally fell, sinking into her lap with no strength left to hold herself up and no life left to let her listen to the last note.
And for that she was grateful as she held her dead lover in her arms, her unsteady melody breaking into a shrill scream that shattered her world with grief for that which her song would never be able to return.
#gerita#nyo gerita#my writing#i just be cranking out au after au#all bc i dont wanna write about shakespeare anymore#now we all gotta deal with my new writing style called Gay and Wordy#it's 4 am there's definitely typos in here somewhere
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There are any hws chapters in particular that you would like to see animated and adapted into 1 or 2 episodes just dedicated to them? I would love to see animated 'Grandpa Rome's visit home' strips
Yes!!
Agreed, those Grandpa Rome strips are very nice and it'd be about time that he appears again in the anime, I don't think we have ever seen him or Germania anymore after the change of art style. It's such a shame!
Even if it doesn't belong to HWS, I'd love for a Rome/Germania based episode to include that little scene where Rome asks Germania to show him something cute and he shows him his grandchildren. It'd make a cute final scene before it cuts to whatever demonic Italy dance Season8 would have as an ending :'D
I must confess I haven't read every single HWS strip so I might've more to share if I did, but what I would really like to see is an episode dedicated to Germany and Feli's holiday in Italy!!
That arc was very cute and wholesome, probably one of my favorite moments in HWS. It had stuff like Germany almost running Feli's car into a public restroom because Feli didn't update the GPS maps (and Germany just stares at the little screen instead of looking at the FREAKING ROAD); Feli inviting Lud to the best restaurant in town aka his own kitchen, and Feli prompting Ludwig to touch the breast of Juliet's statue in Verona as a sign of good luck!!
They could also implement other Gerita moments like that one where Feli was insecure about his weight and then ate lard and got ill?? I can't recall what it was exactly, but I believe it's part of World Stars and Germany had purposefully read some statistics in the wrong way to make Feli feel better about- aaaah, I'm not sure about what, I think his eating or exercising habits.
An episode dedicated to Russia and the cardboards he sent out to other Nations would be very cute, but I fear it's no longer a possibility as of now, or anytime soon T.T </3
And of course, the Spaport thingy would be cool to see animated but ontop of probably not being long enough to cover one entire episode, it is also very text based with lots of trivia so I doubt it'd be easy to adapt into anime format. Oh well :(
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