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hetalia2010-08-29 08:27 pm
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Fic Dreams aren't real chapter 2
Title: Dreams aren't real
Author/Artist: Me.
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Germany, Italy,
Rating: T for now.
Warnings: None I think
Summary: Ludwig has been having weird dreams lately. Of someone called Italy and calling him Germany. But those are just dreams right? They and the people in them aren't real right?
After eating the entire carton of ice cream the brothers wished the other a good night and went back to their beds.
Ludwig, for the past hour, had been tossing and turning and was finally just laying there and watching the ceiling.
He thought for a moment about his and Gilberts father, who had died in a car accident two years ago when they were freshmen in college. Aside from their two cousins that lived on the other side of the continent Ludwig and Gilbert were all the other had. They rarely saw their cousins anyway.
He turned his head to the side and saw on his nightstand a family picture. The only one of their father, mother, and them. Well if you could actually call it a family picture. Ludwig and Gilbert were still in their mothers stomach when the picture was taken. And unfortunately their mother had died giving birth to them.
While Ludwig had their fathers characteristics Gilberts came from entirely their mother. The strange white hair and red eyes.
Ludwig sighed as he turned on his side once more in an attempt to get to sleep. Slowly his eyes started to close as he started to fall asleep…
Blood. Blood everywhere.
Everywhere.
Everywhere.
His hands. His clothes. Everywhere.
Why? Why? Whywhywhywhywhywhywhywhy?
The armband. The blood was the perfect shade on it and blended in.
The swastika.
Ludwig jolted awake again, the images fading fast from his mind.
He covered his eyes with his hand. Enough was enough.
After checking that all his alarm clocks, all three of them, were together and put on maximum volume, he stalked to his desk.
In his desperation he reached for the bottom drawer. Right next to the bottle of alcohol was a bottle of sleeping pills that he had gotten secretly.
He shook three out into his palm and swallowed them dryly.
This time when his head fell onto the pillow he almost immediately fell asleep and this time there were no dreams.
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Feliciano put down his paintbrush just as the morning sun started to shine through the window.
Blinking he just realized how tired he was. Maybe he should cut school today to catch up on his sleep.
No Lovino would never let him.
A glance at his clock showed that there was less than 3 hours before his first class. Oh well. Less than three hours is better than no hours.
He passed a photo of himself, Lovino, and their grandfather. He had taken them in when their parents had died and raised them until he himself had died, a young man unfortunately killed.
He crawled back into his bed and pulled the sheets around him. He tried to relax as the darkness consumed him and pulled back into the land of sleep.
"Understand?" a man asked them.
"Si, Il Duce. We'll do as you say." he and his brother said saluting.
Blood. Blood was everywhere. Staining the both of them.
"Happy now fratello?" Lovino asked sourly.
Why was it hurting so badly? Why? Why?
Rome. It was being hurt. It was being bombed.
Bombed. Was it even worth it? Why were they in this war to begin with? They could have stayed out.
Ludwig. Germany. It was him. It was always him. All for him. For him.
For…
Him.
Feliciano woke with a start. A hesitant glance at the clock showed that he had an hour to classes.
With a groan he got out of bed and towards the kitchen where his brother was cooking breakfast.
Lovino didn't comment but a glance at his brother showed it clear that the nightmares were there again.
Feliciano looked at his brother carefully. There were dark circles under his eyes and he kept hiding yawns.
"You didn't sleep either did you Lovino?" Feliciano asked.
Lovino hesitated before shaking his head. "Had those same dreams too."
"You remember anything about it?"
"Never do. You?"
Feliciano shook his head in reply.
Sighing his brother put the plate filled with eggs in front of Feliciano before sitting on the other side of the table.
Breakfast was a silent affair that morning.
Author/Artist: Me.
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Germany, Italy,
Rating: T for now.
Warnings: None I think
Summary: Ludwig has been having weird dreams lately. Of someone called Italy and calling him Germany. But those are just dreams right? They and the people in them aren't real right?
After eating the entire carton of ice cream the brothers wished the other a good night and went back to their beds.
Ludwig, for the past hour, had been tossing and turning and was finally just laying there and watching the ceiling.
He thought for a moment about his and Gilberts father, who had died in a car accident two years ago when they were freshmen in college. Aside from their two cousins that lived on the other side of the continent Ludwig and Gilbert were all the other had. They rarely saw their cousins anyway.
He turned his head to the side and saw on his nightstand a family picture. The only one of their father, mother, and them. Well if you could actually call it a family picture. Ludwig and Gilbert were still in their mothers stomach when the picture was taken. And unfortunately their mother had died giving birth to them.
While Ludwig had their fathers characteristics Gilberts came from entirely their mother. The strange white hair and red eyes.
Ludwig sighed as he turned on his side once more in an attempt to get to sleep. Slowly his eyes started to close as he started to fall asleep…
Blood. Blood everywhere.
Everywhere.
Everywhere.
His hands. His clothes. Everywhere.
Why? Why? Whywhywhywhywhywhywhywhy?
The armband. The blood was the perfect shade on it and blended in.
The swastika.
Ludwig jolted awake again, the images fading fast from his mind.
He covered his eyes with his hand. Enough was enough.
After checking that all his alarm clocks, all three of them, were together and put on maximum volume, he stalked to his desk.
In his desperation he reached for the bottom drawer. Right next to the bottle of alcohol was a bottle of sleeping pills that he had gotten secretly.
He shook three out into his palm and swallowed them dryly.
This time when his head fell onto the pillow he almost immediately fell asleep and this time there were no dreams.
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Feliciano put down his paintbrush just as the morning sun started to shine through the window.
Blinking he just realized how tired he was. Maybe he should cut school today to catch up on his sleep.
No Lovino would never let him.
A glance at his clock showed that there was less than 3 hours before his first class. Oh well. Less than three hours is better than no hours.
He passed a photo of himself, Lovino, and their grandfather. He had taken them in when their parents had died and raised them until he himself had died, a young man unfortunately killed.
He crawled back into his bed and pulled the sheets around him. He tried to relax as the darkness consumed him and pulled back into the land of sleep.
"Understand?" a man asked them.
"Si, Il Duce. We'll do as you say." he and his brother said saluting.
Blood. Blood was everywhere. Staining the both of them.
"Happy now fratello?" Lovino asked sourly.
Why was it hurting so badly? Why? Why?
Rome. It was being hurt. It was being bombed.
Bombed. Was it even worth it? Why were they in this war to begin with? They could have stayed out.
Ludwig. Germany. It was him. It was always him. All for him. For him.
For…
Him.
Feliciano woke with a start. A hesitant glance at the clock showed that he had an hour to classes.
With a groan he got out of bed and towards the kitchen where his brother was cooking breakfast.
Lovino didn't comment but a glance at his brother showed it clear that the nightmares were there again.
Feliciano looked at his brother carefully. There were dark circles under his eyes and he kept hiding yawns.
"You didn't sleep either did you Lovino?" Feliciano asked.
Lovino hesitated before shaking his head. "Had those same dreams too."
"You remember anything about it?"
"Never do. You?"
Feliciano shook his head in reply.
Sighing his brother put the plate filled with eggs in front of Feliciano before sitting on the other side of the table.
Breakfast was a silent affair that morning.
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I wanna keep reading!
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*happy* they always feel far too short for me ;A; *grabby hands*
this one was cute, too. i really feel bad for ludwig, that he even has to get sleeping pills to be able to spend a night sleeping well... i can't wait to see how this will evolve to...