De-lurking with a Germany x N. Italy FST...

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Title: I'd Rather Dance With You
Author/Artist: FST is by me, daifu_sama, the songs belong to the respective artists. Also, the cover art was used without permission but I mean no offense to the original artist by editing it. The image was found on an image board. If the original artist would like me to properly credit/take it down, I will happily do so.
Characters/Pairings: Germany x N. Italy/Ludwig x Feliciano
Rating: Fairly PG for mentioning war.
Warnings: Uhhh disjointed babbling/attempts at drabbles between lyrics and a lot of my head!canon was used to make this. Hopefully ya'll enjoy anyways~



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one; The Owl of Windward by World’s End Girlfriend

January 30, 1933. Adolf Hitler becomes chancellor of Germany.




two; Stray Italian Greyhound by Vienna Teng
Oh no not now
Please not now
I just settled into the glass half empty
Made myself at home
And so why now
Please not now
I just stopped believing in happy endings
Harbors of my own

But you had to come along didn't you
Break down the doors, throw open windows
Oh if you knew just what a fool you have made me

So what do I do with this?

This stray Italian greyhound
These inconvenient fireworks
This ice-cream-covered screaming hyperactive thought
God I just want to lay down
These colors make my eyes hurt
This feeling calls for everything that I am
Not

I'm not that kind
I'm so good at shooting down any notion
This tired world could change
It's all been bought
Or at least that was my line
No use in spending all that emotion
When there's someone else to blame

But you had to come along didn't you
Rev up the crowd, rewrite the rule book
Where do I go when every 'no' turns into 'maybe'

So what do I do with this?

This sudden burst of sunlight
And me with my umbrella
Cross-indexing every weatherman's report
I was ready for the downslide
But not for spring to well up
This feeling calls for everything I can't afford
To know
Is possible now

What do I do
With a love that won’t sit still
Won't do what it's told
What do I do
With a love that won't sit still

May 22, 1939. Nazi Germany and Fascist Italy sign the Pact of Steel.




three; Samson by Regina Spektor
You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first, I loved you first
Beneath the sheets of paper lies my truth
I have to go, I have to go
Your hair was long when we first met

Samson came to my bed
Told me that my hair was red
Told me I was beautiful and came into my bed
Oh I cut his hair myself one night
A pair of dull scissors in the yellow light
And he told me that I'd done alright
And kissed me 'til the mornin' light, the mornin' light
And he kissed me 'til the mornin' light

Samson went back to bed
Not much hair left on his head
Ate a slice of wonderbread and went right back to bed
Oh, we couldn't bring the columns down
Yeah we couldn't destroy a single one
And history books forgot about us
And the bible didn't mention us, not even once

Sometimes, before Ludwig can blink away the vestiges of morning, the strain of the night before, he sees a vision of flowers, the sound of young laughter and a girl, with a shade of familiar brown hair. She is twirling and holding a deck brush (that too, is familiar), in a field of daisies. He feels himself ache in strange ways, feels his blood surge and his eyes water (must be stress, he convinces himself).

And when he does awake, he is greeted with his ally curled into his side.

“Holy Roman Empire…” murmurs Italy.

Ludwig pretends his heart doesn’t suddenly jump at that, whether from jealousy or a strange pang of nostalgia.




four; Adieu by Emily Bindiger
My love for you burns deep inside me
So strong
Embers of times we had
And now here I stand
Lost in a memory
I see your face and smile

Oh, how I love you so
Lost in those memories
And now you've gone
I feel the pain
Feeling like a fool
Adieu

September 3rd, 1943. Italy signs an armistice with the Allied Powers. The decision is announced on September 8th, 1943. Germany intercepts the telegram and forcefully disarms their previous allies, taking over Italian soil. More than 4,500 Italian soldiers were executed by their former German allies.




five; Aren’t We All Running? by 65daysofstatic

September 21st, 1941. The Massacre of the Acqui Division.

six; Postcards from Italy by Beirut
The times we had
Oh, when the wind would blow with rain and snow
Were not all bad
We put our feet just where they had, had to go
Never to go

October 13th, 1943. Italy allies itself with the Allied Powers.

seven; In An Aeroplane Over the Sea by Neutral Milk Hotel
What a beautiful face
I have found in this place
That is circling all around the sun
What a beautiful dream
That could flash on the screen
In a blink of an eye and be gone from me
Soft and sweet
Let me hold it close and keep it here with me

And one day we will die
And our ashes will fly
From the aeroplane over the sea
But for now we are young
Let us lay in the sun
And count every beautiful thing we can see
Love to be
In the arms of all I'm keeping here with me

June 15th, 1961.

When they next meet, Germany refuses to look him in the eye. But Italy had heard—even though he had been busy rebuilding his country after the war.

“Ludwig,” he breathed.

Russia was determined to have him. Whispers of a wall, of more tension, of separation, filtered through their meeting hall.

He shouldn’t be thinking of combing his fingers through that slicked back hair, kissing away the worry that had etched across the others temple.

But what could he do? A pained laugh escaped him.

Italy was a lover, not a fighter.

August 12th, 1961. Leaders of the German Democratic Republic sign a lease allowing for the construction of a wall separating the East from West.




eight; Drive My Soul by Lights
Seems somebody put out the moon,
Now the road is a minefield.
I can't follow the way she moves,
I can't see past the shadows.

You make the darkness disappear,
I feel found when you stand near.
I know where I am when you are here,
My way becomes so clear.

November 17, 1989. Through the combined effort of Germans, the Berlin Wall began to dismantle. The Berlin Wall was officially destroyed in October 30, 1990.

nine; I’d Rather Dance With You by Kings of Convenience
I'd rather dance with you than talk with you
So why don't we just move into the other room
There's space for us to shake, and hey, I like this tune

Even if I could hear what you said
I doubt my reply would be interesting for you to hear
Because I haven't read a single book all year
And the only film I saw, I didn't like it at all

I'd rather dance, I'd rather dance than talk with you
I'd rather dance, I'd rather dance than talk with you
I'd rather dance, I'd rather dance than talk with you

The music's too loud and the noise from the crowd
Increases the chance of misinterpretation
So let your hips do the talking
I'll make you laugh by acting like the guy who sings
And you'll make me smile by really getting into the swing

“You put your hand on my hip like this and…”

“Feliciano, why am I dancing the woman’s part?”

The laughter suited the sunny room they were in.

“Because,” Italy twirled the other around, catching him in the crook of his arm. He couldn’t help the cheeky grin that made its way across his face.

“Because then you can see how you’re supposed to dance the man’s part, by watching me.”

Because I want to hold you.

x-posted to gertalia