Post by romanoplustomatoes on Dec 11, 2011 7:54:45 GMT -5
((I wrote this within three hours. This will be about three chapters long, and It's the story I promised Reed. I hope you like it! I do not own Hetalia nor any of it's characters.))
Venice-The city of Love. Some even say it is of romance and mystery.
The city has always looked much the same as it did in 421, holding it's beauty and marking itself in history. Today, the city was only living through one of it's perfect days and proving that saying to it's fullest. Warm rays of the sun caressed the city and it's people, a number of voices buzzing as they melded with the music preformed on each corner into one voice; a carefree voice that played like a song throughout it's lively canals and bouncing of the brick, worn down walls of buildings that stood tall throughout history. It boomed with lush color and the hushed sound of currents weaved through the halls filled with water. What a simply divine town, indeed.
This city, to one person, would always be known as a gift, more than a blessing.
Let us go back in time, when this one person, Feliciano, had begun feeling this way about his prized possessions.
"Isn't the water just amazing?"
There he sat, a hand in the water besides his brother on a boat. They were young, and with their grandfather. Whenever near water, Veneziao would always insist on having a hand in the water. Funny, he would always be leaned over, actually falling in a few times as Lovino would bark at him to stop. It's just how they were. Sometimes, he would sneak out with his brother to swim, though he wasn't the best swimmer. Other times, he would nap on the shore until his brother would come trudging along, looking for him. He even would paint the ocean scenery when boredom fell over him. This was a time when things were perfect for Italia.
One day, a masked man had introduced Feliciano to a gift. There was no other city like it, and in Feli's eyes, it was absolutely perfect. Spinning around to thank this man for the gift of Venice, he was already gone, but the town was now held in his possessions.
He never did meet the man that blessed him with such a city again, unable to thank him. Soon enough, this soon became the heart of Italia. To Veneziano, it was like a locket, a diary. He locked away his feelings within this perfect city and everyday, he would clutch his chest and thank the man who gave it to him, whispering a prayer to him, one other person, and to keep the city the way it was. Perhaps this is why the city is so special, so full of emotion and glee. There was never room for emptiness or any negativity.
History moved on, and it was one of the only things that could never change.
In the end, such perfections must be ruined at any cost.
Feliciano was an emotional man, yes he was. Always happy-go-lucky, thankful for the tiniest of things, but there was one thing he could never admit. Something that he could never be dug out of his locket, his diary and confessed. His love.
His love towards his brother.
Not a care was given about the fact that they were brothers or that Lovino could break him, within moments. The second history reunited them, Feliciano was taken head-over-heels. They were one of the same, completing each other in every way possible. Some say Lovino abused his brother. Others say that he kept a collar on him at night. Lovino did treat him harshly everyday, but what kept Feliciano's feelings as high as they were was something completely different. It was a rare occasion, but on the best of days, Lovino had a side of him that swept him off his feet within seconds. It wasn't exactly charming or in the least way perfect, actually. Not a single word could label it, but it was perfect within the younger Italian's eyes. It was almost magic; how it made him feel. He made sure to never point out his 'side' out, though. Or else his brother would get mad.
In fact, Lovino got frustrated at his brother everyday.
Keeping his ego up, Feliciano made note to not show how much his anger affected him, but as he yelled more and more, it only proved to Vene that he never would have a chance with his brother. It's not like he was conscience enough about his actions around his brother. It would make the other angry, and Veneziano didn't want that. He never wanted his brother angry, but always managed to do so. Every word Lovino blurted out was meaningful and perfect, like an orchestra playing as he spoke. His figure wasn't exactly one of a woman's, one that was strong enough to sweep him off his feet. Oh how he wished for that. His eyes, a blazing mossy color could suck Veneziano in at any moment as they only complimented his sun-kissed skin.
So as time unraveled itself, he kept his feelings about his brother to himself, locked away within the heart of Venezia.
His feelings begun to build, rising higher and higher.
The consequence of Feliciano keeping his feelings to himself?
The flooding of Venezia.
A dry southern wind pushed through the city. No one would ever be able to tell that this 'perfect' day would be the day that everything perfect to Feliciano would crash.
Venice-The city of Love. Some even say it is of romance and mystery.
The city has always looked much the same as it did in 421, holding it's beauty and marking itself in history. Today, the city was only living through one of it's perfect days and proving that saying to it's fullest. Warm rays of the sun caressed the city and it's people, a number of voices buzzing as they melded with the music preformed on each corner into one voice; a carefree voice that played like a song throughout it's lively canals and bouncing of the brick, worn down walls of buildings that stood tall throughout history. It boomed with lush color and the hushed sound of currents weaved through the halls filled with water. What a simply divine town, indeed.
This city, to one person, would always be known as a gift, more than a blessing.
Let us go back in time, when this one person, Feliciano, had begun feeling this way about his prized possessions.
"Isn't the water just amazing?"
There he sat, a hand in the water besides his brother on a boat. They were young, and with their grandfather. Whenever near water, Veneziao would always insist on having a hand in the water. Funny, he would always be leaned over, actually falling in a few times as Lovino would bark at him to stop. It's just how they were. Sometimes, he would sneak out with his brother to swim, though he wasn't the best swimmer. Other times, he would nap on the shore until his brother would come trudging along, looking for him. He even would paint the ocean scenery when boredom fell over him. This was a time when things were perfect for Italia.
One day, a masked man had introduced Feliciano to a gift. There was no other city like it, and in Feli's eyes, it was absolutely perfect. Spinning around to thank this man for the gift of Venice, he was already gone, but the town was now held in his possessions.
He never did meet the man that blessed him with such a city again, unable to thank him. Soon enough, this soon became the heart of Italia. To Veneziano, it was like a locket, a diary. He locked away his feelings within this perfect city and everyday, he would clutch his chest and thank the man who gave it to him, whispering a prayer to him, one other person, and to keep the city the way it was. Perhaps this is why the city is so special, so full of emotion and glee. There was never room for emptiness or any negativity.
History moved on, and it was one of the only things that could never change.
In the end, such perfections must be ruined at any cost.
Feliciano was an emotional man, yes he was. Always happy-go-lucky, thankful for the tiniest of things, but there was one thing he could never admit. Something that he could never be dug out of his locket, his diary and confessed. His love.
His love towards his brother.
Not a care was given about the fact that they were brothers or that Lovino could break him, within moments. The second history reunited them, Feliciano was taken head-over-heels. They were one of the same, completing each other in every way possible. Some say Lovino abused his brother. Others say that he kept a collar on him at night. Lovino did treat him harshly everyday, but what kept Feliciano's feelings as high as they were was something completely different. It was a rare occasion, but on the best of days, Lovino had a side of him that swept him off his feet within seconds. It wasn't exactly charming or in the least way perfect, actually. Not a single word could label it, but it was perfect within the younger Italian's eyes. It was almost magic; how it made him feel. He made sure to never point out his 'side' out, though. Or else his brother would get mad.
In fact, Lovino got frustrated at his brother everyday.
Keeping his ego up, Feliciano made note to not show how much his anger affected him, but as he yelled more and more, it only proved to Vene that he never would have a chance with his brother. It's not like he was conscience enough about his actions around his brother. It would make the other angry, and Veneziano didn't want that. He never wanted his brother angry, but always managed to do so. Every word Lovino blurted out was meaningful and perfect, like an orchestra playing as he spoke. His figure wasn't exactly one of a woman's, one that was strong enough to sweep him off his feet. Oh how he wished for that. His eyes, a blazing mossy color could suck Veneziano in at any moment as they only complimented his sun-kissed skin.
So as time unraveled itself, he kept his feelings about his brother to himself, locked away within the heart of Venezia.
His feelings begun to build, rising higher and higher.
The consequence of Feliciano keeping his feelings to himself?
The flooding of Venezia.
A dry southern wind pushed through the city. No one would ever be able to tell that this 'perfect' day would be the day that everything perfect to Feliciano would crash.
