Taking Over Me Chapter 2A few days had passed. He hadn't had any dreams recently, so he didn't see his "Dark" side. He decided to let it go, it was just a weird dream after all. He walked to Austria's house, with thoughts of Holy Rome going through his mind.
It had been a few hours since he had arrived. Hungary and Austria were sitting opposite of him. They were all silent, Hungary and Austria staring at Italy's sad face. Hungary looked at Austria and he sighed. He cleared his throat.
"You need to forget Holy Rome."
Italy looked up at Austria is surprise. He hadn't expected him to say that. They hadn't even been talking about Holy Rome. It seemed Austria noticed the question on his face.
"You always get this sad expression on your face when you think of him. It's easy to tell. But you should really forget about him, he's not coming back," Austria said harshly. Italy just stared at him for a long while. Hungary looked at Austria sternly but she knew there was no use denying it.
"I... I know he's not... But I c
Taking Over Me Chapter 1Italy sat outside on the porch. He sighed sadly. He never liked to be alone for long. When he was alone for to long, he remembered. He remembered Holy Roman Empire. Those were the thought's plaguing him. He remembered dancing with him, teaching him how to paint...Taking Over Me Chapter 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
And most of all, the day Holy Rome left him with the promise of coming back. How many years has it been? He should be back by now. He didn't want to think that Holy Rome had forgotten about him. Holy Rome wouldn't forget about him, right?
"Ciao Veneziano," he looked up at the sound of his brother's voice. He got up and smiled.
"Ciao fratello!" Italy said as he opened the front door. They walked in and Italy closed the door.
"The potato bastard not here?" Romano asked and Italy shook his head.
"No, he went somewhere with Prussia," Italy said as he sat on the couch. Romano sat beside him. They were silent for a few moments. Romano looked over at Italy, seeing the tears forming in Italy's eyes. He sighed.
"You're thinking of him
Taking Over Me Chapter 3The next day, he was sitting at a meeting with all the countries. America, England and France were arguing as usual and Germany was getting irritated. Italy just stared at the table, not paying attention to anything. He felt a nudge on his side and he jumped. He turned to Japan, who was looking at him worriedly.Taking Over Me Chapter 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Are you okay, Italy? You've been unusually quiet," Japan said. Italy faked a cheerful smile. He needed to keep better check of his feelings. It seemed everyone noticed he was going into a depression...
"Si, I'm fine. No need to worry about me!" Italy said cheerfully and Japan smiled at him.
The rest of the meeting progressed as usual. Germany got fed up and yelled at France, England and America and got the meeting in order. Finally, the meeting ended and now Italy and Germany were walking home.
"Ah... Italy why are you crying?" Germany asked. Italy looked at him in confusion and felt his cheeks. Sure enough, his cheeks were wet from tears.
"I... I don't know," h
Taking Over Me Chapter 4A few months had passed. Italy was sitting on the porch, staring at nothing in particular. He was in a state of nothing, he barely responded to anything. Germany walked over to him and sat beside him. Italy looked at him with dull eyes.Taking Over Me Chapter 4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Italy... Please tell me what's wrong," Germany said but Italy just stared at him. Italy shook his head and got up.
"I'm going for a walk," Italy said, walking away. Germany sighed in frustration and got up. He went into the house and called Prussia.
"Hello, it's the awesome me!"
"Prussia, can you please come over? It's Italy. He's withdrawing himself, I think."
"Hang on. I'll be over in a moment."
---Two hours later---
Italy was walking home. He had so many thoughts on his mind. He closed his eyes, sighing softly. He was so close in just giving up. He was tired of everyone telling him the same thing over and over. How did they know that Holy Rome was gone?
When he walked in, he saw Prussia and Germany talking. They immediately stopped talking when they
Taking Over Me Chapter 5Germany watched as Feliciano left yet again. He never knew where he went and he didn't want to find out. He had been living with Feliciano for about four days, and he could tell he did not like him. When ever Germany tried to talk to him, he ignored him or yell at him to leave him alone. Germany was wondering what he could do to get Italy back.Taking Over Me Chapter 5 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Meanwhile, Feliciano was searching around for clues. He went to Austria's house, a knife in his hand. He was going to get information from him and Hungary. He had a feeling they knew what had happened. Feliciano knew Holy Rome was gone, but he was going to eliminate the person who took him down. Then he would tell Italy and they could be together. He smiled at that.
He knocked on Austria's door and waited. When Austria finally opened the door, Italy gave him a devilish grin.
"Ciao. May I come in?" Feliciano asked and Austria looked at the knife.
"It's very unusual for you to carry a knife," Austria commented and Feliciano just rolled his eye
Taking Over Me Chapter 6Italy just stared at him in disbelief. That couldn't be true... There was no way that was true!Taking Over Me Chapter 6 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"D-Don't lie to me!"
"I'm not. Holy Rome is truly gone."
"No... No, he can't be gone... He can't be gone..." Italy said as tears began to fall from his eyes.
"I know who killed him as well. Would you like to know?" Feliciano asked and Italy nodded slowly.
"Germany. Germany was the one who killed him."
Italy's eyes widened as he began to scream, a scream so loud that the dream realm shook. Feliciano just grinned like a madman. He hugged Italy as he kept screaming.
"Shh, my dear. It's going to be alright... I'm here for you," Feliciano said as Italy's screams subsided. He looked at Italy and noticed the dull eyes. Feliciano smiled, Italy has given up. He unchained him, confident that he could keep control since Italy has given up. He sat down and cradled him in his arms. Italy's only response was wrapping his arms around Feliciano.
"Don't worry. I will get revenge for you. Would you like that?
Taking Over Me Chapter 8Everything was silent for a moment. Feliciano dropped the gun and fell to his knees, clutching his stomach. He was breathing heavy and trying to make the bleeding stop. Germany glared at Prussia, who had shot him.Taking Over Me Chapter 8 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Prussia! Why the hell did you shoot him?" Germany asked as he got up and walked over to Feliciano.
"Because if I didn't, he would've shot you!" Prussia said as he walked over.
Feliciano's thoughts began to swim as his vision got blurry. He covered his mouth before coughing up a lot of blood.
"Feliciano, are you okay?" Germany asked, but Feliciano ignored him. He reached for the gun but Prussia kicked it away from him, making Feliciano growl.
"D-Dammit, I... Can't keep control," he said, his eyes flashing between amber and red. He closed his eyes tightly, cringing when Italy took back control. He looked at Germany with wide eyes.
"Italy!" Germany hugged him when he saw Italy's amber eyes. Tears welled up in Italy's eyes as he hugged him.
"I'm sorry Germany... I think the end
Taking Over Me Chapter 7A few months had passed since Feliciano moved in with Romano, and he made it clear that he didn't like him. It didn't matter, Romano didn't like him all that much either. He had smacked him and demanded that Feliciano give control back to Italy, but Feliciano punched him and told him Italy didn't want contol. But for the past few days, that statement seemed to become false.Taking Over Me Chapter 7 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Feliciano was walking toward Italy in the dream realm, noticing he still had the same dull eyes. Felciano always found him like this, no glimmer of life or hope. So why was his control on Italy's body decreasing? He just didn't understand.
He kneeled down in front of Italy and tilted his chin up. Italy shifted his eyes so he was looking at Feliciano. He just smiled and gave him a soft kiss.
"Hello my dear Italy. You seem just as lively as ever," Feliciano chuckled as he pulled him in his lap. Italy laid his head on Feliciano's shoulder and sighed. He mumbled something but Feliciano couldn't hear him.
"Come again? Yo
Taking Over Me Chapter 9Bruised body, bloody scratches, screams so loud yet no one hears them...Taking Over Me Chapter 9 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Italy was sitting on the ground, crying. His hands were covered in bruises and blood. Feliciano just stood above him, smiling like a madman. He kneeled down and tilted Italy's chin up.
"You got to try harder. I'm not going to break your chain for you."
"I can't do it Feliciano! I'm not strong like you," Italy sobbed. They had been trying for weeks to break the chains. Feliciano just recently succeeded in breaking his, but he refused to help Italy break his. He didn't know what would happen if Italy actually broke his.
A slap, a strangled cry, these things never end...
"I can't stand being here with you... Don't you realize how miserable y-your making me?" Italy asked, not looking at Feliciano. Feliciano just stared at him with wide eyes, but he didn't say anything.
"I don't care if you help me or not! I'm breaking this chain! I know I can do it," Italy said as he stood up with new determination. He g
Taking Over Me Chapter 12I sit in my room for hours on end, listening to the endless ticking of the clock.Taking Over Me Chapter 12 in General Fiction More Like This
Feliciano walked into Italy's bedroom. He had the curtains drawn and the lights were off. He was laying on his bed, his back to Feliciano. It had been like this for a few days now and Feliciano was getting worried. He walked over to the bed and sat down.
"Italy? Are you okay?" he asked, not receiving a response from him. He sighed and pulled the covers off of him.
"Italy! Come on, say something!" Feliciano growled, but Italy was still silent.
I've lost everything that even matter. My childhood friend, my playmate, my love. It's all gone.
Finally, Feliciano got up and pulled Italy up by his arms. Italy let out a small whine, but Feliciano ignored it as he pushed Italy against the wall. He glared at Italy as he slapped him. Italy didn't even react.
"What the fuck is the matter with you! There's no damn reason to act like this, and you know it! Stop being a baby and do something about it!"
Taking Over Me Chapter 10When Germany made it to Italy's house, he tried to open the door. Of course, it wouldn't open, so he knocked on the door. He heard footsteps but instead of Italy, it was Romano.Taking Over Me Chapter 10 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I told you I didn't check him out!" Romano yelled when he saw it was Germany. "I'm on my way to the hospital right now."
"There's no reason to go, he isn't there," Germany said and Romano glared at him.
"Don't fucking joke around with me," Romano growled as he walked away. Germany sighed and left. Where else would Italy have gone if he wasn't at Romano's house. Right after he thought that he face palmed.
"My house," he said as he ran home. That's the only place Italy would go if he didn't go to his own home. But when he got to his house Italy wasn't there either. Where could he have gone?
"If only I knew who checked him out, then I might be able to find him," Germany sighed as he sat down on the couch. The phone rang and he looked at the caller I.D. It was a private call. He picked it up and pushed the talk bu
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"Oh my," Oliver laughed, "seems as if something went wrong with my magic."
"Obviously," James groaned. "That's what you get old man."
"WhereWhere am I?" A small Italian voice piped up, drawing all attention to him. He looked like Northern Italy, but was no way the Alessandro they knew. Alesandro's hair was a few shades darker with red eyes instead of this boy's bright gold. Also, the uniform was bright blue instead of brown. "What's going on?" His watery eyes wondered across the group of people until they landed on Lutz. "Germany?"
The German had no idea how to respond. Could this weak, frail-looking nation really be the first player Northern Italy? It seemed impossible. These two were just too opposite. Lutz found that he couldn't answer.
"Ciao." A blonde, sunglasses wearing Italian stepped forward.
Seeing the blonde only seemed to confuse the 1P even more. "Fratello?" He whis
Meet His Opposite (Hetalia 2P/1P Fanfiction)The German didn't want to believe it. They looked so similar, both having the same features and even walk. Yet, this wasn't his little Italian. No, not at all. Italy wouldn't sit like that. He wouldn't have such a sinister smile in place nor be boldly flipping a knife in the air like that.Meet His Opposite (Hetalia 2P/1P Fanfiction) in General Fiction More Like This
Germany turned to the single person who could be responsible for this. "England, what is the meaning of this!?" He snapped, trying to keep the shaking worry from his voice.
The blonde Englishman shook his head. "I honestly couldn't tell you," he said. "I haven't even messed with my black magic lately."
"It's Oliver's fault," the dark Italian piped in, speaking for the first time. He tossed his knife into the care, catching it with ease. "The idiota nation decided to call a war in the middle of our meeting, blasting me with Dio maledetto black magic." Italy sighed, jumping up from his perk on the table, placing his knife back in its holster. "No doubt Lutz and Koyo are fighting those vile Allies as we
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Their Special Place
Germany frowned as he approached the Italian's house. All the lights were off and there was no signs of either Italy or Romano being out in one of the many gardens. It worried him more as he found the front door unlocked. Had something happened? Were the two brother's being attacked again? Invaded?
“Italy? I'm coming in,” he called, just in case. The blonde walked into the house, flipping on the light and closing the door behind him. No sound could be heard. Where was that hyperactive pasta lover? “Italy!” He called again.
“They aren't here.” The voice was quiet and calm. It was nothing compared to either Italy or Romano's.
Germany followed it into the kitchen. “Japan. What are you doing here?” He asked his ally. The Japanese nation sat at the island in the center of their large kitchen. He read a book, not looking up at his blonde friend until he had finished his page.
Placing his bookmark in,
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She tried to scream only for it to be caught in her throat with the fear. She wasn't sure why she even tried. No one would help her. The villagers where the ones who put her here. Her friends and family, her neighbors, the people she knew her whole life left her out here to die. It was all because they were too afraid of him!
A bit of vile rose from her stomach, leaving a horrible taste in her mouth. They left her out here to die because they feared the man. The blonde man from her childhood. Only once had she ever seen him. When she was a child and ran out into the night in search of their family's kitten. He had appeared out of darkness, as if actually part of it, and stared her down. Then, dropping to his knees, he held out the lost kitten for her, leaning in and whispering, “Lucky child. Never again come out in the darkness less you wish to see the true horror of it.” Then the man was gone.
It wasn't until years later she discovered why he was o
PrussiaXVampire!Reader"I don't need you!" Prussia yelled. He tossed his bottle of beer at the bar's window, successfully breaking it. Then, took off into a sprint before the owner could catch him. After the albino had run a few blocks, he stopped, bending over with his hands on his knees to get a breath. "Damn, it's hot."PrussiaXVampire!Reader in General Fiction More Like This
After the forgotten country had regained some of his energy, he continued on his way back home. "West will kill me when he hears about breaking the window," Prussia muttered. He cut through an ally way, in hopes of getting out of the heat.
The country jumped at the sound.
"Who's there!" Prussia yelled. "I'm warning you, I'm stronger than I look!"
Out of the shadows stepped a woman. "Hot," she whispered. "It is hot."
"What?" Prussia took a step back. The woman was pale and had even redder eyes than his own. "What do you want woman?"
Cautiously, the woman took a stride forward, coming to stand in front of the albino country. She reached out, caressing his check. "Cool," she breathed
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She stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame as she watched him with the smallest smile on her face. No matter how much she hated it, that heaviness in her chest wouldn't go away. She knew it was cruel, to be jealous of this, but couldn't help it. Truthfully, being jealous of this was senseless. She knew that he cared for her. She knew it. Yet...seeing this left a pain in her chest that she couldn't wish away.
Why did music make Austria so happy? Why couldn't she make him smile like that?
The vibrations slowly came to a stop, that being the only thing telling the young nation that Austria was coming to the end of his song. She wished she could hear it. More than anything, she wanted to hear the thing that brought her love the most joy. A small sigh escaped her lips as, yet again, she hated her majority for being deaf.
Austria was about to start a new song when he felt the air shifting. Looking beside him, he saw _ sitting down on his bench. She l
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News spreads fast.
I had recently gotten pregnant with my husband and we were told we would have two children.
We were..so happy...
She wiped away a few stray tears that managed to spill onto her pale cheeks with the back of her hand.
We had decided that we would name our twin sons Feliciano and Lovino,the names meant Fortunate and beach.We were so happy as I was saying,We began to make plans on when we would get married.
Now I just don't know why I was so happy..
To have a child,I didn't know what was going to happen I..I..
She buried her face in her hands,sobbing loudly as the tears spilled from the small crevices in her cupped hands and onto the black and white ultrasound photos sitting on the coffee table."I'm sorry..!" escaped her lips over and over again in miserable pleads,her wails echoing throughout the quiet living room of her home.
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I SWEAR LISTENING TO THIS WILL HELP SOOO MUCH.
It was a cold winter afternoon.
There sat the blonde boy,curled up against a wall,trembling violently.
"Why can't they see me?Why?"He whimpered quietly as fits of laughter erupted from downstairs.He slowly crawled out from his spot in the corner,peeking through the door only to see his parents laughing with some neighbors.He watched them intently as they ruffled the child's messy golden locks before them that had belonged to the quests.His purple eyes scanned their faces,filled with pride and joy at this boy..This boy that wasn't even their son!Rage coursed through his body as he stomped down the stairs furiously.The two adults whipped their heads only to see the child stomping down the stairs."L-Laura can you please take care of..him?"The man whispered to the brunette woman.She nodded,and stood up to
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(A/N:I lost all my frucking writing from before on here so now I have to re-do it all over again and try to remember most of it.I was extremely pissy when that happened and gave up on it,But now I have my strider juice and pizza so I am...INSPIRED)
You began to wipe a wine glass with a lacy towel as your eyes probed into his,staring into his soul and probably creeping the fuck out of him.
"So what's up?" You asked with a wide grin that shows off your pearly whites marvelously."Calm your tits girly.Your creeping me out." He scowls prying you away from his face.You pout childishly as Artie steals a glance from you,his cheeks flushed.
"So what's going on numb nuts?" You ask once you regain your composure and back up to lean against the counter behind you whilst wiping the cup."I got drunk." He replies nonchalantly as he continues to rub his temples with his fingers impatiently."No shit." You reply as Al and Matthew let out a short chuckle.
You turn away abruptly,Your skirts and petticoat
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It had been a long time since that incident when you were a mere child.Only 10.
You had just woken up from a long and tiresome night,baking...'cake' as you called it or whatever it was.
You sat up in your black bed with your hot pink comforter showered in black polka dots covering your body as you drank some...'strawberry' tea.
You were now 20 years old and known as the psycho path nicknamed "misfortune" in your case. No one knew your identity,They just thought you were plain old _______-chan.
The sweet girl sweeter than the word sweet itself who ran the cake shop known as "Biscotti-Chan" which in English was called "Cookie-Girl".
You were known to be dressed in lacy,frilly,and fluffy Lolita like dresses that were almost always black,white and purple which matched the color scheme of your Gothic yet cheery Lolita style cafe that almost always had customers that somehow left through your backdoor when they stayed late. Once you had completely butchered and packed up your victims into a
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"Now ______,Let's review the crime scene shall we?" Prof.Ludwig asked."Whatever" You spat with the most putrid hatred in the world.He glared at you.
He sighed."You never learn DO you _____?" He grimaced as he stood up from his fold up chair."I suppose not." You retorted returning back his grimace but with more taste of hatred and dispute.He folded the chair and walked out the room,closing the door behind you.It had been years since you had seen the world,life other than your professor and the horrifying men in white coats. You longed for life,You NEEDED life, the thought of life filled your brain in and out and through your veins,rushing through you like a large wave of emotion crashing onto a shore and splattering everywhere.It rushed through your veins like fire along with the air you breathed. It was as if it called out your name every
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I heard mom and dad fighting again. They were using the kind of words they told me to 'never repeat again'. They do this every night after dinner, if I'm lucky. Even in my special hiding place in the attic I could still hear them... I heard them... Talking about me?
"I feel bad for the kid to have you for a parent!
"I bet he feels the same towards you!"
They were talking about me as if they know everything about me. I buried my head in my stuffed puffin, named Mr. Puffin of course. They don't know anything. I heard doors slamming and more screaming. Once things settled down I dozed off.
I was quickly woken awake, Mr. Puffin was missing, and I was sprawled out on the attic floor. I sat up. Something was wrong. I crawled to the exit leading into my room. I stuck my head through the square hole. Everything in my room was gone. Just an empty room, even the latter was gone. what happened to my stuff? How am I supposed to get down? I thought to my
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The sun began to shine brightly through the castles stone window. Out of the thirty-or-so men in a large castle room, a strawberry blonde was the first to rise from his bed.
He took a moment to collect himself, before swinging his feet from under his thin blanket. A thin, small woman walked into the room and rang the bell next to the entrance.
"Morning shift!" She yelled.
The other men started stirring in their beds.
"Good morning, Crina." The strawberry blonde said with a small wave, walking towards the door.
"Awake early like usual, Vlad?" She said before turning away.
"I have to beat the crowd." He said gesturing towards the other men, who were just barely awake.
In the time Vlad was able to fit into his guard suit, the dressing room was almost filled with men getting their individual suits on.
The next person to enter the bedroom was an older man holding a small price of paper.
"Vladimir Dragul." The man said with a monotone voice.
Vlad looked up from fixin
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Dear Holy Rome,
Every day goes by, one by one. Each lonelier than the last. I have my Fratello but he yells. You never yelled at me. Your voice was always calm and filled with caring words. I found something of yours yesterday. It was your old blanket. It's now my lucky charm and I never let it out of my sight. It smells just like you. I miss that smell. Please come home soon. I love you.
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-several countries decide to go clubbing-
*Lithuania and Poland*
"Hey Lithuania!" Poland shouts even though Lithuania is sitting on the couch right next to him.
"Um. Yes?" Lithuania questions,afraid of what Poland wants.
Poland takes Lithuania's hand and smiles. "Well...there's like this totally sweet club that just opened up."
"We should like- totally go!"
"Um...I don't know..I've never been to a club..."
"C'mon! It'll be so much fun!" Poland then looks at Lithuania with puppy dog eyes he knows he won't be able to resist.
"Yey! I'll like- totally go get all pretty!" Poland kisses Lithuania and rushes upstairs.
"What did I just agree to?" Lithuania thinks,half regretting it.
*Prussia and Canada*
"Hey Mattie!" Prussia yells, barging into Canada's bedroom.
"Let's go to a club!" He smiles, and jumps onto Canada's bed, just missing him.
"Ah! um...a clu
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Dear Holy Rome,
I now cry myself to sleep. I keep having nightmares. It's getting worse. I don't have anything to reassure me, and help me fall back asleep. Miss. Hungary comes in sometimes to soothe me, but it doesn't always help. I sleep in their bed every once and a while, but i feel bad because i scream in my sleep. I miss you.
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Dear Holy Rome,
It's getting harder for me to write these without crying. I still love you. I miss your warm hand holding mine. I miss your smile. I miss your delicious food you used to make me. I miss every part of you. Miss. Hungary noticed me crying yesterday and she asked what was wrong. I told her I had a big hole in my heart. She told me that is what love feels like when the other person isn't there. I wish I could see you again Holy Rome.
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Dear Holy Rome,
Today was my birthday. This was my first birthday without you. As everyone sang happy birthday, I knew there was one empty chair. I make sure nobody sits in your chair. I want it perfect for when you come back. I even miss your terrible singing. It always made me laugh. Whenever I eat,I look at the empty chair across from me. I wish it wasn't empty. It makes me cry sometimes. I still miss you.
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Dear Holy Rome,
I'm getting too sad to write these letters. This will be the last one. I'm sure I'll be fine. I'll love you forever, and I miss you. This choice is hurting my heart even more, but Mr. Austria said it isn't healthy to spend so much time in my room. I know i said it a million times, but please come home.
Your best friend forever and ever,
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Dear Holy Rome,
I now spend all my days in my room. I no longer have good dreams. I keep screaming in my sleep. I rarely eat. My heart still hurts. Where are you Holy Rome? I need you.
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Dear Holy Rome,
I..I think i need to stop writing these letters. I think i need to move on, as much as it kills me to say that. I will always remember you, Holy Rome. I promise.
Still your best friend forever and ever,
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It wasn’t too long of a flight from southern Ontario to Ohio but Matthew fell asleep anyway. He had worried too much all day until Francis had finally found them a quick and cheap enough flight to take so the poor Canadian was pooped. He slept through the whole flight and was difficult to wake when the plane landed.
They got to the hospital rather late at night but it didn’t stop them from charging in. Matthew went straight to the receptionist desk and cleared his throat. The gum chewing twenty-something took off her headphones and looked up at him.
"Hi, I’m here to see Alfred F. Jones," he said as kindly as he could. "I’m his brother. Is he alright?"
She typed into her computer and nodded. "You’re Matthew?"
"Yeah," he said nodding. "You guys called me. Am I really his first contact?"
"Well there was a Mr. and Mrs. Jones but they didn’t answer," she said. She then saw Francis and smiled. "We don’t have another brother on record here. Is
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Alfred sat on his bed staring across at Ivan's bed. Except it could hardly be called that. Ivan's bed sheets were gone. Ivan's desk was gone. Ivan's closet was empty. Ivan was gone.
Alfred's cellphone rang on his bed beside him. It had run a few times, his 8 bit version of the Spiderman theme song replaying twice before going to voice mail.
He was glad the voice mail on cell phones weren't like the old answering machines that let you hear the caller say their message because he didn't want to hear anyone's voice. He wanted complete and utter silence. He closed his eyes.
His mind wandered back to when he was eight years old.
Alfred and Matthew were out on a dock, the summer breeze drifting off the lake and ruffling their hair and swim trunks.
Their parents had rented a cottage on Lake Michigan. They'd live there for a month, hanging out, swimming, canoeing, counting stars, fishing, and just plain being brothers.
Matthew looked over to Alfred, putting on his serious face which Alfred har
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Ivan woke up that morning feeling completely empty. What was he doing? Day by day he felt he could find less and less reason to get himself out of bed. A few months ago, he would wake up early just so that he could wake up the sleeping American beside him. He would hide Alfred's clothes just so that he could watch him panic about in his underwear for a bit. He would hold him close and kiss his ear as he attempted to get their books together. He would comfort him when he got upset about a course or a teacher. He would remind him that it all wouldn't matter as soon they graduate and move in together and buy a cabin on a lake all to themselves. Without realizing it, he and Alfred had planned their whole lives together and now... Well, a lot of plans had to be cancelled.
What am I doing?" Ivan muttered to himself. Thankfully his new roommate Heracles was still asleep and didn't think of him as a nutcase for talking to himself. Regardless, Heracles probably wouldn't think much of it. He was
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Matthew, Francis and Gilbert were out the next day looking for a Christmas tree. They had all been really busy with work and shopping and simply the season that they had put off buying their tree until the week before Christmas. The tree lots were all picked over but Gilbert didn't care because he believed it was a lousy way to get a Christmas tree anyway.
And that's how they ended up on a hay ride through a tree farm. The air was chill from a recent frost and the couple huddled together on the bristling stacks of hay. They had already gotten their tree and Francis was back at the lodge getting it wrapped and insisted that they go on the ride without him. So they did and they were enjoying it. Matthew was pointing out the different birds he recognized sitting amongst the trees they passed and Gilbert kissed his temple every time he found one. A thin layer of snow covered the bare limbs of all the trees and the ground was a foot deep in snow. The sound of the horse hooves crunching in t
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Francis was at lunch with Arthur again the next day. The two had been chatting over the politics in Quebec although Arthur acted apathetic towards the goings on. He was just admitting that the Laurentians were a nice place for holiday when Elizabeta found them. She was pale and a bit shaken when she got there.
"Francis!" she said leaning on the cafeteria table. "We have an emergency!"
"Emergency?" Arthur mumbled. "That's ER work, not yours."
"It's about Matthew!"
"Mathieu?" Francis stood quickly. "What? What is it?"
"Well, um... I did the usual test but a certain very unlikely test came back with shocking results..." She bit her lip. "Just come see!"
"D'accord, d'accord..." Francis turned for a second. "Pardonnez-moi, Arthur, but as you can see, I must go."
Arthur scoffed. "What do I care? Get lost..."
Francis frowned and followed Elizabeta down the hall. Arthur watched them go and then speared his salad angrily.
"How about a horror?"
Gilbert, Antonio, and Matthew had act
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Gilbert and Antonio didn't stay long at the night club Gilbert had suggested. He thought it was okay but he had trouble liking the clubs in this country because they didn't seem as good as back home in Germany. So they went out to a bar as he promised they'd do. Now with a few beers in him, Antonio was crying and whining all about his love for Lovino and frankly, Gilbert basically decided this night sucked.
Eventually, Antonio passed out so Gilbert called a cab and took him home. When they got there, Francis was already asleep on the futon so Gilbert had to quietly put Antonio to bed before heading to bed himself. Unfortunately, as he crossed the room again to go back to his bedroom, he tripped over a stack of CDs Antonio had left out. He stumbled, cursing and Francis woke up.
"Gilbert?" Francis sat up. "What time is it?"
"Eleven," Gilbert chuckled. "The club really stank."
"You went to a bar after?"
"Yeah, Antonio's completely shitfaced."
"Sounds like fun..." Francis said. "But could
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Arthur sat at the edge of his bed facing away from Alfred's. Only five minutes ago did the young man finally cry himself to sleep. He had been terribly upset all weekend, usually resulting in large fits of anger. He hid his crying as best he could, waiting for Arthur to fall asleep before giving in to his tears but Arthur usually woke back up as soon as he started sniffling. This was such a night; as soon as Alfred started to quietly weep, Arthur woke but didn't move until the American had cried himself to sleep again. Then Arthur had gotten up, gently wiped the tears from his face with a damp cloth and sat down on his bed again.
By then, Arthur should've been back in Canada after a day of work and Alfred should've been back at school getting a good night’s sleep before class the next day but Arthur knew the boy needed a few days off. However Arthur was pushing it, taking the day off from work, and knew that he couldn't stay to help Alfred the next day. So they'd both be getting
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Matthew sat by the phone with his fingers crossed in front of his mouth. It had been a week since Alfred had gotten back to school, supposedly, but he had yet to ring. Matthew couldn't reach him either. He never picked up. The Canadian constantly feared the worst for his brother and he just wanted to talk to him. But he didn't answer texts, phone calls or Skypes. Apparently he wasn't answering Arthur's calls either. It was terribly frustrating and caused great concern for his northern family.
Matthew was in pieces. He couldn't concentrate on work and at home he had trouble paying attention to people. He tried to distract himself, he tried to hang out with Gilbert as much as he could but it wasn't working out well as he'd suddenly think about Alfred and get really anxious.
Arthur was no better. There was a huge weight on his chest for having been there to push Alfred's decision. He was desperate for Alfred to answer the phone but at the same time he had no idea what he'd say. He couldn'
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For the last month and a half, Arthur had been keeping in contact with Alfred. The two were growing close, talking about the past and catching up. Alfred would talk about games he remembered playing when he was a kid and often enough they were games Arthur had taught him. Other than their history, Arthur would ask how life was down there. Alfred couldn't tell him much about back home since he was living on campus but he did reveal the details of his American Thanksgiving. He had a difficult time explaining to his parents why he and his "girlfriend Vanya" broke up so he didn't have the best time and Arthur felt for him. Alfred said that despite what was revealed that day, the Thanksgiving with Matthew was way better than the one with his parents and he was almost glad to go back to school. The problem at school however was that he was roommates with his ex and the tension was getting unbearable. They barely talked and if they did talk it was only to fight about the smallest things like
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Matthew looked at his cellphone in surprise. He was out Christmas shopping with Gilbert and they had just turned down into the kids section of the department store. Gilbert was distracted but a series of stuffed animals he thought Marina might like because he was absolutely in love with them. While he was perusing over those, Matthew answered his phone.
Matthew nearly dropped his phone. "Alfred! Al...! What the hell!"
"I'm sorry Matt..."
"Do you know how worried I've been?!" Matthew asked. "I was so close to calling the police!"
"Hey, I'm not the one who disappeared for two months without notice."
Matthew pursed his lips. "I know, but... I couldn't call you. Couldn't you call me?"
"I could've..." Alfred said. "But, I really couldn't. I didn't know how to deal with this and i didn't want to go to you with it."
"But couldn't you at least have sent me some kind of text or something? I just wanted to know you were alive and well."
"Well, I'm sorry. But I'm alive an