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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.

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Title: Midnight waltz
Author: mattomero
Fandom: Hetalia
couple Axis Powers: Germany / North Italy
Rating: PG13
Prompt: 5. The ballroom at midnight
Word Count: 336
Warnings: Shounen-ai , set during the World Wars
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 can 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.

Midnight waltz

The world is plunged into an abyss of madness.

And he is not just a terrified boy, whom the madness and the thunder of guns were stolen sleep. It's just an Italian
any, helpless, awake in the night like many others, frightened the living room empty, with bare feet on cold floor.

"Enough!"

never been accustomed to this music.
the kind that steals your soul, you devour my mind, keeps you from thinking about anything else - Blows away the most tender memories of Austrian piano that played for him, he bursts into his quiet and forces him to keep his eyes open - and he did not take it anymore.

"Stop!"

is tired of fast pirouettes of gunpowder that gets fired halfway between heaven and earth. Tired
dell'assordante minuet of machine guns, tired of the impromptu dance of the soldiers, like a childish game, end all down to earth.

"Stop! Stop it! "

Feliciano never wanted this.
was content to have regained the confidence of Ludwig and to live with him again.
There was nothing else.

"Stop!"

did not need anything else.

"Italy!"


Germany is back. It is incredibly pale and does not seem strong and untouchable as always has been - and there is one hole in the left sleeve of his uniform, so innocently streaked with red - but is back .
is there. For a breath.

"Italy," calling him. Feliciano only now realizes he's still in a corner of the room, crouched on the cold tile floor, barefoot and shivering.
"Another nightmare?" Ludwig wants to know, while his waxen face and tried overlap of just rosy cheeks and divided slowly fades, giving way to the black tank top from the air so well. Italy
shakes his head, feeling the tears emerge with arrogance and the cold turned into a gentle warmth.
"Italy
...?" And the floor is already returned to be a soft bed, when you leave to drown in the warm comfort of his arms.

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Title: Fireworks
Author: mattomero
Fandom: Hetalia
couple Axis Powers: Germany / North Italy
Rating: PG
Prompt: 4. Under this artificial light
Word Count: 177
Warnings: Shounen-ai ; set during the World Wars
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 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 than a name which can be reference. Northern Italy is shown by Himaruya (and soul of Hetalia) as Italy Venetian, while his real name is Feliciano Vargas.

Fireworks

The sky in the distance, lights up a dull glow, which is extinguished in a matter of seconds.
Like a star that gives way to their sisters, like a flower, with terrible and seductive, that blossoms suddenly into the black of the night and fades on the horizon, falling on the same earth that generated it.
"Q-those are fireworks, v-it? "
Feliciano's voice is a whisper that (too) hoarse, almost dominated by the roar of the lights and the screams are heard from the field. Ludwig turns, holding the gun firmly to the side.
"Do not be silly, Ital-" In a whisper, his words die and vocal cords are refusing to continue.
Italy tremble in his uniform worn and dirty ground and blood, screaming, her eyes in the dark.
eyes of those who refuse to see .
And his mind closes them, eyes , Reprising a veil, while the hand is shaking and that of Venice, palm to palm, fingers between toes. He would not want to go along, really.
... And what else could be ...?" But
protect it, yes.

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Syllables Of Time Writing Challenge Author: mattomero

1. Slow like honey

2. Disarm you with a smile

3. Wear the empty class

4. Under this artificial light

5. The ballroom at midnight

6. I kept your tie

7. Let

Progress: 7 / 7