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"Dammit…Don't go…"
A plead.
I can't leave. I have nowhere to go.
"Please…"
Sobs. Dry, broken ones that shake his entire body.
"Feli…I'm so sorry…" A gasping breath. "I never…It was never supposed to go this far, this was never supposed to happen…"
I say nothing because I have nothing to say. All those people, dead…
"Feli!" A shout. He removes his hands from his face, and those steely cold blues are burning red now. "You have to believe me! I never wanted this…"
Those steely blues, looking up at me with a helplessness that terrifies me.
"I believe you," I say. But I don't know if I do.
A sort of strangled sound in the back of his throat. He pulls me down to him, and now we're together on our knees. With a gasp he buries his face into my shirt and his body begins convulsing again with a new round of lamentations. Half of me wants to comfort him, and half is repulsed. The hands clutching at my clothes are still stained crimson. Almost all of him is bathed in that hideous scarlet…it makes bile rise in the back of my throat…
"Feli…"
You're supposed to be stronger than me. You're supposed to be better than me.
"I didn't mean to…I didn't want to…"
But you can't bring them back, can you?
A plead.
I can't leave. I have nowhere to go.
"Please…"
Sobs. Dry, broken ones that shake his entire body.
"Feli…I'm so sorry…" A gasping breath. "I never…It was never supposed to go this far, this was never supposed to happen…"
I say nothing because I have nothing to say. All those people, dead…
"Feli!" A shout. He removes his hands from his face, and those steely cold blues are burning red now. "You have to believe me! I never wanted this…"
Those steely blues, looking up at me with a helplessness that terrifies me.
"I believe you," I say. But I don't know if I do.
A sort of strangled sound in the back of his throat. He pulls me down to him, and now we're together on our knees. With a gasp he buries his face into my shirt and his body begins convulsing again with a new round of lamentations. Half of me wants to comfort him, and half is repulsed. The hands clutching at my clothes are still stained crimson. Almost all of him is bathed in that hideous scarlet…it makes bile rise in the back of my throat…
"Feli…"
You're supposed to be stronger than me. You're supposed to be better than me.
"I didn't mean to…I didn't want to…"
But you can't bring them back, can you?
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UsUk: Leave the Past Behind Us
His musket fell onto the dirt earth below him as he collapsed to his knees, unable to say or do anything else. Who England looked up to see was not his friendly little brother who would snuggle up with him at night or the young nation he returned to after the War. No, he was looking at a grown man with pity and sorrow in his baby-blue eyes, looking down at him.
America looked so worn though. England remember a time where he would've done anything to protect his brother, but through the several years of war, it was obvious America had endured various hardships. Valley Forge, December of 1777 and the six months there...there are
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Return: GerIta-ChibitaliaxHRE Oneshot
From the moment he opened that tomato box, I knew.
My Holy Rome had come back for me.
At first, I had thought that I was hallucinating again—Holy Rome was dead, or at least that's what they had told Mr. Roderich and Miss Elizaveta.
But no, it was my Holy Rome. Even after all these years, I recognized him.
The only drawback was that Holy Rome had forgotten me.
Holy Rome went by a different name now—'Ludwig.' His sky blue eyes, once childishly round, had sparkled with affection every time he looked at me. Now, they were a colder shade of blue, and looked at me with unfamiliarity. Holy Rome had used to blush a light shade of pink
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Leave a Message
Germany sighed and ran his fingers through his slicked back blond hair, his blue eyes narrowed in frustration.
Even though he had only left his phone for about an hour or so when he left to buy groceries, it now showed that he had three new messages in his voicemail. He recognized the number at once as belonging to his best (first) friend Italy.
What on earth did Italy want now? Knowing the silly pasta lover, he probably was having trouble tying his shoelaces. Germany shook his head, feeling a mixture of annoyance and amusement. After a few decades, he had become used to Italy's…unique personality.
After pouring himself some beer, Ger
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yeah, i promised no more short fics.
i lied.
this is tiny, just 10 kb, but i might continue it. i like to think about how germany must have felt after WWII, when he realized that millions people had died because of him. and i like to think about how italy would react to this new germany.
i haven't decided if this is gerita or not, but it could be
i lied.
this is tiny, just 10 kb, but i might continue it. i like to think about how germany must have felt after WWII, when he realized that millions people had died because of him. and i like to think about how italy would react to this new germany.
i haven't decided if this is gerita or not, but it could be
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So beautiful ;-;