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hetalia2009-05-04 02:52 am
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[fic] we are flesh and blood
Title: we are flesh and blood
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kircheis
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Germany/Ludwig, Feliciano/North Italy.
Rating: PG13, maybe. For violence.
Warnings: there will be blood?
Summary: This is something I wrote based on a snippetkrackers21 wrote- "Ludwig felt his heart stop when Feliciano joined the Allies.". This was kind of a challenge for both of us- and she should be posting hers in the next day or so. I'm posting mine first since hers is better and I don't want to look that bad.
It is merely by chance that Ludwig finds Feliciano when he enters Italy with this army. It's like deja vu, but not. Feliciano is hiding under a box, his uniform cut up and Ludwig knows he's bleeding from somewhere, but doesn't care enough to find out since all it means is that someone got there first.
Somewhere deep Ludwig knows that this isn't Feliciano's fault, but they are to their people and he just feels a blind rage right before the only thought that fills his mind is that he needs to make sure that his punch lands. It knocks Feliciano's head against the wall behind him with a loud smack, and the accompanying shriek hurts Ludwig, but Germany just gets more excited- North Italy belongs to him after all.
Ludwig is left staring at his hand for a bit, letting the knowledge that the blood on his fist belongs to Feliciano sink in, then he feels the tugging on his pants. Ludwig looks down to see Feliciano clinging to him, trying to use the fabric to pull himself up, so Germany attempts to stop him.
"We've been given orders to kill those who commit treason." Feliciano doesn't let go, so Germany hits him again, feeling satisfied when he falls to the floor, unmoving. Ludwig bends down to touch Feliciano's hair, now matted and sticky with blood, to try and understand what had been happening with Feliciano for these past few months, but Germany grabs the hair in a tight fist and pulls.
Feliciano's scream is so loud that Ludwig feels the tension in his hand lessen a small amount before pulling even harder. There are small hands clutching his arm, trying to make him let go but they are weak and small and traitorous- Germany's are true.
Germany drags Feliciano across the ground and into a building with nothing but grey walls, and raises the smaller man up a few feet before letting his fist open. Feliciano manages to catch himself just in time to keep from falling down completely again, but is not ready for the kick to his stomach that sends him practically flying. He doesn't remember the Italian ever being this light before.
"Lu-Ludwig, I didn't want to do this!" Feliciano chokes out, and his voice is so earnest Ludwig almost has the heart to stop. "I wasn't there! They, they didn't even tell me. I'd never betray you, Ludwig." Germany backhands him across the face, and Feliciano coughs blood up all over the floor.
"You are Italy, Feliciano, and Italy has betrayed me." Germany crouches down and grabs Feliciano by the chin, the leather of his gloves slipping a bit before he can get a good grip. "You have left me, in this time of need, so I have come to retrieve you." These words produce a shudder, a faint whimper, but there is no immediate, outright objection. A few seconds pass, then Italy hits back. His fist connects with Ludwig's cheek, but it's loose and Germany is sure this is hurting Italy much more than it's hurting him. Germany's grip on Feliciano's chin tightens. "The Allies are just going to use you to get to me, you know- they knew you are weak. I could have made you strong."
"I-I can still be strong Ludwig. I never wanted to leave you!" Feliciano's voice is so earnest.
"So this armistice is something you were forced into? You couldn't have ever voiced your opinion, as a nation to these men who control your people?"
"Yo-you don't understand what I've been going through, what we've been going through!"
"Your brother ran to America crying. Why didn't you do the same? Both of you are bound to this armistice."
"I needed to find you. It really hurt when this happened and I knew Germany would be so angry, so-"
"What part of you thought you could placate me?" The look that Feliciano directs towards his blood pooling on the ground is one of shame.
"I don't know, I just thought-" Germany lets go of his chin and punches Feliciano in the stomach, making him double over.
"You thought wrong." Germany stands and kicks Feliciano in the same spot, making him roll.
"You aren't my ally anymore, Italy," Germany pulls his head up by the hair again, "You are nothing." When Ludwig's closed fist hits Feliciano it actually hurts him, but that might just be the sight of of the blood flowing from Feliciano's nose, which appears to be broken. He wants to apologize and hold the Italian, but Germany is the one in control here, and it's Germany who slams Feliciano into a nearby wall head first.
"But I will take you back."
The blood splatter that remains when Germany lets go and Italy falls to the ground unconscious haunts Ludwig for years, since the only thought he has is that Feliciano is his friend.
Author/Artist:
kircheisCharacter(s) or Pairing(s): Germany/Ludwig, Feliciano/North Italy.
Rating: PG13, maybe. For violence.
Warnings: there will be blood?
Summary: This is something I wrote based on a snippet
krackers21 wrote- "Ludwig felt his heart stop when Feliciano joined the Allies.". This was kind of a challenge for both of us- and she should be posting hers in the next day or so. I'm posting mine first since hers is better and I don't want to look that bad.It is merely by chance that Ludwig finds Feliciano when he enters Italy with this army. It's like deja vu, but not. Feliciano is hiding under a box, his uniform cut up and Ludwig knows he's bleeding from somewhere, but doesn't care enough to find out since all it means is that someone got there first.
Somewhere deep Ludwig knows that this isn't Feliciano's fault, but they are to their people and he just feels a blind rage right before the only thought that fills his mind is that he needs to make sure that his punch lands. It knocks Feliciano's head against the wall behind him with a loud smack, and the accompanying shriek hurts Ludwig, but Germany just gets more excited- North Italy belongs to him after all.
Ludwig is left staring at his hand for a bit, letting the knowledge that the blood on his fist belongs to Feliciano sink in, then he feels the tugging on his pants. Ludwig looks down to see Feliciano clinging to him, trying to use the fabric to pull himself up, so Germany attempts to stop him.
"We've been given orders to kill those who commit treason." Feliciano doesn't let go, so Germany hits him again, feeling satisfied when he falls to the floor, unmoving. Ludwig bends down to touch Feliciano's hair, now matted and sticky with blood, to try and understand what had been happening with Feliciano for these past few months, but Germany grabs the hair in a tight fist and pulls.
Feliciano's scream is so loud that Ludwig feels the tension in his hand lessen a small amount before pulling even harder. There are small hands clutching his arm, trying to make him let go but they are weak and small and traitorous- Germany's are true.
Germany drags Feliciano across the ground and into a building with nothing but grey walls, and raises the smaller man up a few feet before letting his fist open. Feliciano manages to catch himself just in time to keep from falling down completely again, but is not ready for the kick to his stomach that sends him practically flying. He doesn't remember the Italian ever being this light before.
"Lu-Ludwig, I didn't want to do this!" Feliciano chokes out, and his voice is so earnest Ludwig almost has the heart to stop. "I wasn't there! They, they didn't even tell me. I'd never betray you, Ludwig." Germany backhands him across the face, and Feliciano coughs blood up all over the floor.
"You are Italy, Feliciano, and Italy has betrayed me." Germany crouches down and grabs Feliciano by the chin, the leather of his gloves slipping a bit before he can get a good grip. "You have left me, in this time of need, so I have come to retrieve you." These words produce a shudder, a faint whimper, but there is no immediate, outright objection. A few seconds pass, then Italy hits back. His fist connects with Ludwig's cheek, but it's loose and Germany is sure this is hurting Italy much more than it's hurting him. Germany's grip on Feliciano's chin tightens. "The Allies are just going to use you to get to me, you know- they knew you are weak. I could have made you strong."
"I-I can still be strong Ludwig. I never wanted to leave you!" Feliciano's voice is so earnest.
"So this armistice is something you were forced into? You couldn't have ever voiced your opinion, as a nation to these men who control your people?"
"Yo-you don't understand what I've been going through, what we've been going through!"
"Your brother ran to America crying. Why didn't you do the same? Both of you are bound to this armistice."
"I needed to find you. It really hurt when this happened and I knew Germany would be so angry, so-"
"What part of you thought you could placate me?" The look that Feliciano directs towards his blood pooling on the ground is one of shame.
"I don't know, I just thought-" Germany lets go of his chin and punches Feliciano in the stomach, making him double over.
"You thought wrong." Germany stands and kicks Feliciano in the same spot, making him roll.
"You aren't my ally anymore, Italy," Germany pulls his head up by the hair again, "You are nothing." When Ludwig's closed fist hits Feliciano it actually hurts him, but that might just be the sight of of the blood flowing from Feliciano's nose, which appears to be broken. He wants to apologize and hold the Italian, but Germany is the one in control here, and it's Germany who slams Feliciano into a nearby wall head first.
"But I will take you back."
The blood splatter that remains when Germany lets go and Italy falls to the ground unconscious haunts Ludwig for years, since the only thought he has is that Feliciano is his friend.
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ilu bb.
♥
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As much as it made me sad to imagine Feliciano being beaten up, I couldn't help but enjoy this in its entirety.
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andand we still totally need to do a sequel of sorts or something like WHAT'S IN MY PLANNER
it'll be our summer project :3
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You'll be writing porn in Italy while I'm drawing porn in Hawaii.
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thank you for feeding my inner sadist. ;D
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I hope it was a good painful D:
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THIS HURTS, DAMN IT!!! They are always so cute together, and then.... *cries*
Nicely written btw. Would leave a more thorough comment, but.... the tears.
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Will you post this over on
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and posted~ :3
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-can't really say more-
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