Post by Lorenzo da Firenze (Vargas) on Jan 22, 2012 11:12:15 GMT -5
A/N: Welcome Audience! this is my second (published, chee hee hee) story about Florence. Although this time there is a bit of a twist in the beginning.. bumbumbah!! God, this is sure to be a train wreck.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia, nor do I own Sicily who Chandinee owns. But Florence, Calabria, guy in the black suit who you don't know yet, and little kid I do own.
Enjoy!
Weaver~
Sicily-2012
The boy ran through the streets- civilians growled and swore as he squeezed his way through the crowds. “Get to the Italian embassy,” he thought, dodging arms and bodies. “pardon,” he said, gently shoving someone as he made his way to the doors. His clothes ruffled and hung off of him as he moved, they fit someone much taller than he. Making his way to the Room proved easier than he thought. He never realized he was good at sneaking around places. Coming to the large doors of the conference room he braced his arm against one of the wooden doors and shoved- forcing it open onto a large circular table. Stumbling forward he fell once there was no door to keep him upright.
“Aw! A little boy!” a girl said, she had dark brown hair with a single curl bouncing around as she got up and skipped over to him. “Did Lorenzo send you? We haven’t heard from him,”
“Lorenzo is asleep.” The boy replied, getting up off the carpeted floor. He was only partially sure who this Lorenzo man was, other than waking up next to a dead man this morning he could not recall any of his past.
The smile faded off the girl’s face, “Well… when will he wake up?”
The boy looked up at her, his abnormally blue eyes reflecting the sad look on her face; “Lorenzo’s not waking up.”
Silence fell upon the room, he watched as small circular droplets streaked down the woman’s face. “What- what do you mean?” she began, her bottom lip quivered.
“It mean’s he’s fucking dead, Angelica,” a man spat out from the back of the room.
“Shut up Calabria!” another hissed, soon there was a fight. Italians clawing at each other while some wept. Then the fighting was interrupted by the sound of a gun. The brown haired girl “Angelica” stayed silent next to him.
The wielder stood, pushing his black sunglasses farther up the bridge of his nose. “Will you all just shut the hell up?” he growled, “The kid might have something else to say.”
“U-um…” the child began, blinking, pushing some of his stray brown hair out of his face and swallowing before continuing. “w-who’s Loranso?”
Groans emitted from some of the Italian’s as the girl who stood next to him replied, “Lorenzo is-“ she paused, closing her eyes and swallowing back tears “-was a man who worked here with us. It seems you are here to replace him.”
The boy raised an eyebrow. “In doing what?”
“In being Florence.” She replied solemnly.
Lorenzo.. is dead? No! He can't be dead!..he-wait. I know what happens. :3 But yeah, sorry if I've depressed anyone with my depressing first chapter of depressingness.. that's depressing. This FF has no effect on life in any of the rps. Unless you want to find out/meet who this little kid is. Anyway, if you want to have your character turn up in the next chapter post in the comments on how your country/state/other would react to hearing Florence dead. Also, here, to go with the first chapter:
Weaver out.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia, nor do I own Sicily who Chandinee owns. But Florence, Calabria, guy in the black suit who you don't know yet, and little kid I do own.
Enjoy!
Weaver~
Sicily-2012
The boy ran through the streets- civilians growled and swore as he squeezed his way through the crowds. “Get to the Italian embassy,” he thought, dodging arms and bodies. “pardon,” he said, gently shoving someone as he made his way to the doors. His clothes ruffled and hung off of him as he moved, they fit someone much taller than he. Making his way to the Room proved easier than he thought. He never realized he was good at sneaking around places. Coming to the large doors of the conference room he braced his arm against one of the wooden doors and shoved- forcing it open onto a large circular table. Stumbling forward he fell once there was no door to keep him upright.
“Aw! A little boy!” a girl said, she had dark brown hair with a single curl bouncing around as she got up and skipped over to him. “Did Lorenzo send you? We haven’t heard from him,”
“Lorenzo is asleep.” The boy replied, getting up off the carpeted floor. He was only partially sure who this Lorenzo man was, other than waking up next to a dead man this morning he could not recall any of his past.
The smile faded off the girl’s face, “Well… when will he wake up?”
The boy looked up at her, his abnormally blue eyes reflecting the sad look on her face; “Lorenzo’s not waking up.”
Silence fell upon the room, he watched as small circular droplets streaked down the woman’s face. “What- what do you mean?” she began, her bottom lip quivered.
“It mean’s he’s fucking dead, Angelica,” a man spat out from the back of the room.
“Shut up Calabria!” another hissed, soon there was a fight. Italians clawing at each other while some wept. Then the fighting was interrupted by the sound of a gun. The brown haired girl “Angelica” stayed silent next to him.
The wielder stood, pushing his black sunglasses farther up the bridge of his nose. “Will you all just shut the hell up?” he growled, “The kid might have something else to say.”
“U-um…” the child began, blinking, pushing some of his stray brown hair out of his face and swallowing before continuing. “w-who’s Loranso?”
Groans emitted from some of the Italian’s as the girl who stood next to him replied, “Lorenzo is-“ she paused, closing her eyes and swallowing back tears “-was a man who worked here with us. It seems you are here to replace him.”
The boy raised an eyebrow. “In doing what?”
“In being Florence.” She replied solemnly.
Lorenzo.. is dead? No! He can't be dead!..he-wait. I know what happens. :3 But yeah, sorry if I've depressed anyone with my depressing first chapter of depressingness.. that's depressing. This FF has no effect on life in any of the rps. Unless you want to find out/meet who this little kid is. Anyway, if you want to have your character turn up in the next chapter post in the comments on how your country/state/other would react to hearing Florence dead. Also, here, to go with the first chapter:
Weaver out.
