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'Eccoti qua, Lovina!' Yelled out a tall Southern Italian young man with dark-ish brown hair, standing behind her and taping her shoulder harshly to make her pay attension and it worked, he heard a very soft sigh before she looked up directly at him with a frown across her forehead. 'Cosa?' She replied in a very grumpy tone, looking back at the view in front of her with her arms crossed angrily when suddenly, a heavy and cold blow of wind passed them. Making Romana tug her legs closer to her chest and holding onto her arms while feeling herself shiver. Her eyes shut tightly.
Romano chuckles but then sighed while undoing his belt just to take off his brown military jacket, placing it on her shoulders as he took a seat in front of her. 'That's what you get for wearing short sleeved on high grounds.'
'Uh...' She started quietly but just stayed silent as her eyes stayed forcus on him, pulling onto the side of the jacket closer to her, feeling his warmth against her cool skin. She bit her bo
Ashes-Nyotalia GeritaAshen rubble covered the ground; pieces of furniture lay scattered, twisted, and burned. Louise ran a hand through her short spiky hair, her face pallid white. It was burned, finally. Everything inside that cursed place was gone, everything erased, so why did it feel like something was still gnawing at her? That same feeling remained even though every trace of that horrible chapter was gone.More Like This
Falling to her knees on the ground, she buried her head in her hands. I am a horrible person, how could I let that happen? How could I sit there and let that happen, they-they needed me... Her icy blue eyes filled with tears, a few managed to escape. The ashes coated her legs, swirling around her knees. She had burned everything, reduced it to nothing more than a few memories. Although she realized it wasn't the things that were left, it was the memories. It wasn't the twisted pieces of the past on the ground but the twisted pictures of the past in her mind that tormented her.
As a man loves a woman ~Chapter 3~Flash back, 1510:More Like This
The meeting was going terribly, like all of the Hapsburg meetings and because of this Holy Rome was being pushed to his limit. They had been arguing to no end for the past three hours and fatigue was overwhelming the weakening empire. He grumbled, tightening his fist and gathering what little strength he had to stand. Narrowing his cobalt eyes, usually stoic expression twisting with rage, he slammed a quavering fist onto the mahogany table, feeling his rage boil over completely. His newly deepening voice boomed through out the ornate meeting room as the thirteen year old boy(at least he appeared to be thirteen) attempted to over power the sound of the bickering aristocrats and foolish sub countries.
"We can't have a meeting if each of you only repeats his own opinion and doesn't listen to others!" He bellowed, adrenaline pumping through his veins sending a rush of god given vigor through his sickly, frail form " From now on you will only speak in your desig
Chapter One: As a Man loves a WomanSummary: Holy Roman Empire observes the beauty and in-obstructive nature of his darling Italy. It was long ago that he came to terms with his love for her, but it is now, 30 years after their confessions that he is mature enough to realize that she is more than a beautiful country, but also a beautiful, free spirited young woman who he wishes to propose to and that he does.More Like This
Holy Roman Empire escaped the nauseating party with one hand raised massaging his temple and the other supporting himself as he leaned against the balcony railing. He’d been home only two days and already he was working the diplomatic arena of aristocrats, royalty and people of high importance. These people may have been considered important by the humans, Austria and others who resided beneath his empire but to Holy Rome there was only one person he’d been yearning to see for the past forty eight hours. ‘Oh Italy, why can you not become apart of my empire? At l