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This fanfiction was written for the writing community Syllables of Time.



Title: Remind me of Those Days
Author: mattomero
Fandom: Hetalia
couple Axis Powers: Germany / North Italy
Rating: PG
Prompt: 6. I kept your tie
Word Count: 316
Warnings: Shounen-ai ; assumes that HRE is nothing but the party girl of Germany.
Disclaimer: The characters described here belong to 'Author, Hidekazu Himaruya.

Notes:
1. The characters created by Himaruya are merely personifications of the various nations of the world, if it may offend you ... look for another reading. XD
2. Again these characters possess its name "human" but, in the case of Italy (split into two characters by the author, South Italy and North Italy - to emphasize how many centuries for our two "sides" have remained divided ), there is more of a name to which you can refer to. Northern Italy is shown by Himaruya (and soul of Hetalia) as Italy Venetian, while his real name is Feliciano Vargas.

Remind me of Those Days

Feliciano does not remember exactly how it is done, in the closet. But
bristles rather than untrimmed and very worn that auction of wooden remember very well.

So, stretch your hands and make that object - that should not belong to him, as it is in the house of Ludwig - has never been so automatic.
reminds us, of course I remember.
His fingers nor wise texture, rough where the wood is chipped, smooth at the points where the time and wear have had a greater effect. The mind works
memories, linked them together with colored ribbons of simple melodies and unknown, the scent of flowers and dreams of green fields that hope.
course I remember.
There have been times when the stick was a natural extension of his hands, small, shy and cheeky if necessary. But one day long ago, he decided to part with it, because he could help to keep it in your heart. That put mop.
not a withered rose in a book, not a letter of which retain the odor, not a precious jewel or a shoe from Cinderella, no. A wretched mop.

That still does not know, happy as ever is in the German utility, after so many years.

"Germany ...?"

seem ages ago.

"Why is he here?"

are no past centuries?

"because it served to remind me of you."

The words seem almost to have been dug out of the mouth with a pair of tongs, but his sincerity is disarming. Most muscular man - Italy now knows - is and remains a naive kid from the ways a bit 'rough, but simple. And, wonder among the wonders, he also manages to be sweet in its own way.

"But what may serve you now, if I'm here?"

Oh, it is likely that if you're wondering, too.
Maybe it's just because it is a good memory.
Or maybe it's because they are still afraid of having to live only in memories.