Side Effect Of Rephresh

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

Title: Costume
Author: mattomero
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Characters / Couple : Germany / North Italy (implied), South Italy / North Italy (onesided).
Rating: PG13
Prompt: 3. Wear the empty class
Word Count: 222
Warnings: Shounen-ai , set in the postwar period.
Disclaimer: The characters described here belong to the author, Hidekazu Himaruya.

Notes:
1. The characters created by Himaruya are merely personifications of the various nations of the world, if it may offend ... 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.
3. The title should be understood as "costume / dress scene - But this is, of course, at the discretion of the reader.

Costume

The smiling face of happiness is like a Sunday suit, worn occasionally and carefully placed in the closet after use. That kind of frill in which one holds to seem more beautiful, happy, confident.

(Sorridi. ..?)

But it is also the outfit that has worked hard to Lovino long time before he could get it, touch it and enjoy it.

(Rehearse?)

Feliciano's smile is a beautiful dress you hide under a veil of plastic to prevent dust from the ruins, one made of fine fabrics and delicate, so fragile that you always fear to crease or tear over nothing - and Lovino struggled too because that smile, already so little real, fade and fade away under his nose.

(I know.)

But there is something wrong.
He pretends not to notice - his brother would open yet another tear in my heart, if she found was not a good actor - but there's something wrong at all.

(I know why you do it.)

The new smile Feliciano know yet.
is tenuous. Immature.

(It's his fault , no?)

see him every day, so forced and fake, it hurts so much.

(It's his fault.)

Lovino And realize not being able to get the pretty dress coveted and desired, but only the pale phantom who wears it.