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[Fanfic - One-Shot] Come Romeo e Giulietta
Title: Come Romeo e Giulietta (Like Romeo and Juliet)
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
thenati
Genre: Drama
Pairing: Dark!Germany/Dark!Italy
Rating: T (...?)
Summary: It will be the last time that these two will meet. Feliciano already had a plan how to end this alliance, but fate had other plans...
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Another rainy September evening. The pitch black sky spat out big raindrops, forcing the people to stay inside as the cold crept through the narrow alleys and the rain was giving a concert. It also knocked against the dirty window of this small, humble dining room which was weakly illuminated by an oil lamp. Even though the light was looking warm and inviting, the room itself was horribly cool, but they didn't want to seem weak, so they simpy attempted to withstand the cold. The red liquid in the long glass was swayed carefully, watching how it glistened softly in the flickering light before finally sipping a little.
I should enjoy this last glass of wine with him.
That's what the brunette told himself as he leaned back into the chair with a sweet smirk, watching the blond carefully. It had been a while since these two could share a private meeting together. No soldiers or other humans in the room. The past years had been too troubling to meet anyway, the war was getting out of control. Not even their own people were able to believe that they would make it out alive. The other one wasn't showing any fear though, he was cold on the outside like the rain behind the closed window.
It was always so amusing to him how mechanical the German could act, even though that's what he always looked like.
"Why are you staring at me like that?", he suddenly asked harshly, just blinking at Feliciano for a second. The other one only giggled, threw his dagger into the air and caught it easily. He did that a few times before answering. Feliciano had a reason, but he didn't really feel like telling him. It would only destroy the mood.
"I don't know, Ludwig, there is nothing else to look at." Nothing that is more pathetic than you are, the Italian added in his thoughts and his grin grew wider. Ludwig gave no answer, since he knew that the smaller one always had been irritating like this. But there was something else, the tall blond didn't know.
Feliciano saw him as weak, almost gullible person by now. Sure, the long scar on his face and his strong arms were frighting, but he got used to this sight. It was just another sign to him how weak Ludwig was after all, letting others too close so that they can actually hurt him this badly. His weapon digged into the wood of the table as he waited for his own chance to come closer. The sound of the rain was now mixing with the rough sounds of the blade.
"So, what are your plans? The Allies are coming dangerously close", Feliciano mumbled, moving the dagger around, creating a bigger hole on the table. After asking this, Ludwig grabbed a cigar and lit it up. His hands weren't shaking, when he tried to lit the match several times, his voice dark and brooding as always and the thick brown cigar bounced up and down while speaking.
"Fighting, what else?" The heavy smoke escaped his mouth and filled the air with its piercing smell. Right when this smoke was about to clear away, the light blue eyes glanced at the Italian with a strange glimmer. Feliciano tried to ignore it and concentrated on his weapon which was digging deeper. "They're getting closer to Italy, too. What will you do about it?"
The grin was already gone all this time and he realized that he might not be able to pull the dagger back out. It was a good excuse to avoid looking up to Ludwig. "Fighting, what else?", he almost spat back mockingly. After a few tries, the smaller one was able to free the blade and nearly fell from his chair. His brown eyes still didn't meet the other ones in fear of getting caught. Ludwig might not be the strongest anymore, but his glance could read minds. Italy didn't plan to fight against the Allies. The Axis would lose, it was easy to see by now, but Feliciano didn't want to fail. Therefore, the only option was to betray his current and closest partner. Just pretend to be 'good' and switch sides, it couldn't be that hard. An ultimative empire would be build under his command, but it shouldn't be during this war. Other opportunities would show up some centuries later on, Feliciano was sure of that.
Another cloud of heavy tobbaco smoke float around his nose and brought him back out of his thoughts, causing him to realize that he had to stab Ludwig in the back -literally and metaphorically, of course- this evening or his own plan wouldn't succeed. Oh, taking down Germany all by himself, that should show the Allies his future loyality for sure. Everything would turn out perfectly in the Italian's favour.
"But you know, I had another idea..." A gloomy smirk appeared on Feliciano's face when he stood up and roamed slowly around the table towards the German with the blue eyes following him carefully. The young man had already went through this plan in mind a thousand times and it normally wasn't hard for him at all to betray others. He didn't even feel bad when he betrayed his own, other self who was sleeping for a long time deep in his mind. This time was different though for some reason. "I'm not sure if you like it, so I didn't do anything, yet...", he whispered and leaned down to hug him softly from behind, still with his sparkling clean blade in his gloved hands. Ludwig didn't move, his breath was steady. It was always astonishing how warm this cold-hearted person could feel even if he was as pale as a ghost. It was probably his firm bodytype. His eyes closed for a second while his head was resting on his wide shoulder, secretly enjoying this warmth in this strained silence. With a heart so fiercly pumping, he was wondering how Germany could lose after all. He surely would, but what would the Allies need to do to stop this heart, this stubborn man? No, the Italian didn't even want to know. Suddenly, Feliciano felt worse for being a traitor and the dagger was about to slip out of shaking his hands.
"Will you tell me about your idea?" His mind snapped back to the old idea, his worries were pushed away roughly. The grip on his dagger grew stronger and he quickly pulled it up to the German's throat.
"How about I hand you over to the Allies? I'll be out of this mess and the war will be over, sounds good, doesn't it?" He began to chuckle and pressed the blade against the pale skin. The taller one only gulped. "Oh silly, gullible Germany. You thought, I'd go down with this cursed ship of yours?" His laugh grew louder and patted the now stiff shoulder with his free hand. This feeling of power was nice, it was tingling in his fingers as he started to caress the tidy blond hair. "You were trusting me this blindly even though you know, I betrayed my own brother. Such a stoic person like you could have guessed that someone of my kind would turn out to be traitor one day, right?" Feliciano surpressed his laughter by biting his lower lip.
"Actually, yes, I expected you to be one... But somehow, I couldn't push you away. I guess, that's one trait of a backstabbing bastard", murmured Ludwig with a rumbling voice. The brunette almost carved a deep wound into the strong neck, pushing the blade inside as deep as possible. He couldn't do it though, something was stopping him.
And that was his grave mistake. Ludwig quickly grabbed the dagger, turned around and thrust the weapon into the smaller one's shoulder. Feliciano cried out wildly as the piercing pain made its way from the shoulder down to his whole bod and stumbled back as his warm blood swelled out, soaking the brown uniform and darkned it. When the brunette was reaching out to pull the cold metal out of his bleeding flesh, the other one pulled out a gun and pointed at him.
"Get rid of the dagger and I'll snuff you out immediately." The Italian's hand fell back down and he pressed his lips together. Now Feliciano was feeling great fear, the legs were shaking horribly and his breath grew deeper. All these thoughts about him being pathetic vanished in a split second. Ludwig had never acted like this towards him before, so it was easy forgetting how he usually treated his enemies.
"If you want to switch sides, do it. But I won't come with you", the blond continued with an emotionless face. Feliciano's legs finally gave in after a while and his knees bumped on the floor, but he gave no answer and kept on wheezing, helding his head down. "My fate is already decided, I can't turn back anymore, Feliciano." It was the sound of the German's gun hitting the ground which made him look back up again. He had let it fall just like that. Confusing grew in the brown eyes as he looked between Ludwig and his weapon. "Pull the blade out. It would be my duty to kill you off, but I don't feel like delaying my date of death." He could have just dived for the gun and shoot the blond, however, Feliciano grabbed the grip instead and ripped it out with another cry and the dagger fell on the floor, staining it with tiny blood drops. He spared him his life, so he decided to do the same for some reason.
Without any other words, Ludwig turned around and left the house and the injured young man felt empty inside. It wasn't from the bloodloss though, nevertheless it made his body too weak to stand up. Maybe he was closer to him than he actually knew. A part of him seemed to have left, making him breathless as his heart grew heavier in his tight chest. If his former self had taken control of this body again, he'd start to cry, the pain was so prickly, bubbling inside.
Feliciano crawled on the floor to the table and took the glass of wine, shaking so much that some of the liquid dripped on the floor and on his arm, running down to his elbow. The cold feeling made him shiver and the Italian noticed the heavy rain again. It still hasn't stopped, not at all.
"You know what...? I-I don't want to know... What tomorrow looks like...", he whispered faintly to himself and his sleeping self. His left hand searched for something in his jacket for a while before pulling out a tiny bottle. "I will leave, but you can stay, Feli... Go to the Allies instead, I can't stand any of these pigs... I just do it... Like they did in Verona..." He chuckled, coughing blood up while being at it. "W-What a cheesy story... But... This Julia... Will wait for her Romeo to arrive..." The brunette opened the bottle with his teeth and poured the clear liquid into the wine. "Far away from... The horrors of today... When I don't have to be... A traitor anymore..." His voice was barely audioable for anyone, but no one else than himself needed to hear these softly spoken words. He swayed the glass like in the beginning of the evening, before drinking all of the bitter sweet wine. The tongue slid over his lips, tasting the wine and the blood. "And when... When Ludwig's fate finally meets him... I will be there... T-To welcome his... Tortured soul..." Suddenly, he felt a lot more tired, so he just layed down on the ground and closed his eyes with a smile. Breathing became harder as his memories started to fade away and the world around him started to melt, along with all its pictures and sounds. The light of oil lamp was sucked out by nothing, the cold left into the dark and the sounds stopped as if it wanted to hear Feliciano's last words, filled with more warmth than ever before.
"I'll wait for you... Ludwig..."
Author:
thenati Genre: Drama
Pairing: Dark!Germany/Dark!Italy
Rating: T (...?)
Summary: It will be the last time that these two will meet. Feliciano already had a plan how to end this alliance, but fate had other plans...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Another rainy September evening. The pitch black sky spat out big raindrops, forcing the people to stay inside as the cold crept through the narrow alleys and the rain was giving a concert. It also knocked against the dirty window of this small, humble dining room which was weakly illuminated by an oil lamp. Even though the light was looking warm and inviting, the room itself was horribly cool, but they didn't want to seem weak, so they simpy attempted to withstand the cold. The red liquid in the long glass was swayed carefully, watching how it glistened softly in the flickering light before finally sipping a little.
I should enjoy this last glass of wine with him.
That's what the brunette told himself as he leaned back into the chair with a sweet smirk, watching the blond carefully. It had been a while since these two could share a private meeting together. No soldiers or other humans in the room. The past years had been too troubling to meet anyway, the war was getting out of control. Not even their own people were able to believe that they would make it out alive. The other one wasn't showing any fear though, he was cold on the outside like the rain behind the closed window.
It was always so amusing to him how mechanical the German could act, even though that's what he always looked like.
"Why are you staring at me like that?", he suddenly asked harshly, just blinking at Feliciano for a second. The other one only giggled, threw his dagger into the air and caught it easily. He did that a few times before answering. Feliciano had a reason, but he didn't really feel like telling him. It would only destroy the mood.
"I don't know, Ludwig, there is nothing else to look at." Nothing that is more pathetic than you are, the Italian added in his thoughts and his grin grew wider. Ludwig gave no answer, since he knew that the smaller one always had been irritating like this. But there was something else, the tall blond didn't know.
Feliciano saw him as weak, almost gullible person by now. Sure, the long scar on his face and his strong arms were frighting, but he got used to this sight. It was just another sign to him how weak Ludwig was after all, letting others too close so that they can actually hurt him this badly. His weapon digged into the wood of the table as he waited for his own chance to come closer. The sound of the rain was now mixing with the rough sounds of the blade.
"So, what are your plans? The Allies are coming dangerously close", Feliciano mumbled, moving the dagger around, creating a bigger hole on the table. After asking this, Ludwig grabbed a cigar and lit it up. His hands weren't shaking, when he tried to lit the match several times, his voice dark and brooding as always and the thick brown cigar bounced up and down while speaking.
"Fighting, what else?" The heavy smoke escaped his mouth and filled the air with its piercing smell. Right when this smoke was about to clear away, the light blue eyes glanced at the Italian with a strange glimmer. Feliciano tried to ignore it and concentrated on his weapon which was digging deeper. "They're getting closer to Italy, too. What will you do about it?"
The grin was already gone all this time and he realized that he might not be able to pull the dagger back out. It was a good excuse to avoid looking up to Ludwig. "Fighting, what else?", he almost spat back mockingly. After a few tries, the smaller one was able to free the blade and nearly fell from his chair. His brown eyes still didn't meet the other ones in fear of getting caught. Ludwig might not be the strongest anymore, but his glance could read minds. Italy didn't plan to fight against the Allies. The Axis would lose, it was easy to see by now, but Feliciano didn't want to fail. Therefore, the only option was to betray his current and closest partner. Just pretend to be 'good' and switch sides, it couldn't be that hard. An ultimative empire would be build under his command, but it shouldn't be during this war. Other opportunities would show up some centuries later on, Feliciano was sure of that.
Another cloud of heavy tobbaco smoke float around his nose and brought him back out of his thoughts, causing him to realize that he had to stab Ludwig in the back -literally and metaphorically, of course- this evening or his own plan wouldn't succeed. Oh, taking down Germany all by himself, that should show the Allies his future loyality for sure. Everything would turn out perfectly in the Italian's favour.
"But you know, I had another idea..." A gloomy smirk appeared on Feliciano's face when he stood up and roamed slowly around the table towards the German with the blue eyes following him carefully. The young man had already went through this plan in mind a thousand times and it normally wasn't hard for him at all to betray others. He didn't even feel bad when he betrayed his own, other self who was sleeping for a long time deep in his mind. This time was different though for some reason. "I'm not sure if you like it, so I didn't do anything, yet...", he whispered and leaned down to hug him softly from behind, still with his sparkling clean blade in his gloved hands. Ludwig didn't move, his breath was steady. It was always astonishing how warm this cold-hearted person could feel even if he was as pale as a ghost. It was probably his firm bodytype. His eyes closed for a second while his head was resting on his wide shoulder, secretly enjoying this warmth in this strained silence. With a heart so fiercly pumping, he was wondering how Germany could lose after all. He surely would, but what would the Allies need to do to stop this heart, this stubborn man? No, the Italian didn't even want to know. Suddenly, Feliciano felt worse for being a traitor and the dagger was about to slip out of shaking his hands.
"Will you tell me about your idea?" His mind snapped back to the old idea, his worries were pushed away roughly. The grip on his dagger grew stronger and he quickly pulled it up to the German's throat.
"How about I hand you over to the Allies? I'll be out of this mess and the war will be over, sounds good, doesn't it?" He began to chuckle and pressed the blade against the pale skin. The taller one only gulped. "Oh silly, gullible Germany. You thought, I'd go down with this cursed ship of yours?" His laugh grew louder and patted the now stiff shoulder with his free hand. This feeling of power was nice, it was tingling in his fingers as he started to caress the tidy blond hair. "You were trusting me this blindly even though you know, I betrayed my own brother. Such a stoic person like you could have guessed that someone of my kind would turn out to be traitor one day, right?" Feliciano surpressed his laughter by biting his lower lip.
"Actually, yes, I expected you to be one... But somehow, I couldn't push you away. I guess, that's one trait of a backstabbing bastard", murmured Ludwig with a rumbling voice. The brunette almost carved a deep wound into the strong neck, pushing the blade inside as deep as possible. He couldn't do it though, something was stopping him.
And that was his grave mistake. Ludwig quickly grabbed the dagger, turned around and thrust the weapon into the smaller one's shoulder. Feliciano cried out wildly as the piercing pain made its way from the shoulder down to his whole bod and stumbled back as his warm blood swelled out, soaking the brown uniform and darkned it. When the brunette was reaching out to pull the cold metal out of his bleeding flesh, the other one pulled out a gun and pointed at him.
"Get rid of the dagger and I'll snuff you out immediately." The Italian's hand fell back down and he pressed his lips together. Now Feliciano was feeling great fear, the legs were shaking horribly and his breath grew deeper. All these thoughts about him being pathetic vanished in a split second. Ludwig had never acted like this towards him before, so it was easy forgetting how he usually treated his enemies.
"If you want to switch sides, do it. But I won't come with you", the blond continued with an emotionless face. Feliciano's legs finally gave in after a while and his knees bumped on the floor, but he gave no answer and kept on wheezing, helding his head down. "My fate is already decided, I can't turn back anymore, Feliciano." It was the sound of the German's gun hitting the ground which made him look back up again. He had let it fall just like that. Confusing grew in the brown eyes as he looked between Ludwig and his weapon. "Pull the blade out. It would be my duty to kill you off, but I don't feel like delaying my date of death." He could have just dived for the gun and shoot the blond, however, Feliciano grabbed the grip instead and ripped it out with another cry and the dagger fell on the floor, staining it with tiny blood drops. He spared him his life, so he decided to do the same for some reason.
Without any other words, Ludwig turned around and left the house and the injured young man felt empty inside. It wasn't from the bloodloss though, nevertheless it made his body too weak to stand up. Maybe he was closer to him than he actually knew. A part of him seemed to have left, making him breathless as his heart grew heavier in his tight chest. If his former self had taken control of this body again, he'd start to cry, the pain was so prickly, bubbling inside.
Feliciano crawled on the floor to the table and took the glass of wine, shaking so much that some of the liquid dripped on the floor and on his arm, running down to his elbow. The cold feeling made him shiver and the Italian noticed the heavy rain again. It still hasn't stopped, not at all.
"You know what...? I-I don't want to know... What tomorrow looks like...", he whispered faintly to himself and his sleeping self. His left hand searched for something in his jacket for a while before pulling out a tiny bottle. "I will leave, but you can stay, Feli... Go to the Allies instead, I can't stand any of these pigs... I just do it... Like they did in Verona..." He chuckled, coughing blood up while being at it. "W-What a cheesy story... But... This Julia... Will wait for her Romeo to arrive..." The brunette opened the bottle with his teeth and poured the clear liquid into the wine. "Far away from... The horrors of today... When I don't have to be... A traitor anymore..." His voice was barely audioable for anyone, but no one else than himself needed to hear these softly spoken words. He swayed the glass like in the beginning of the evening, before drinking all of the bitter sweet wine. The tongue slid over his lips, tasting the wine and the blood. "And when... When Ludwig's fate finally meets him... I will be there... T-To welcome his... Tortured soul..." Suddenly, he felt a lot more tired, so he just layed down on the ground and closed his eyes with a smile. Breathing became harder as his memories started to fade away and the world around him started to melt, along with all its pictures and sounds. The light of oil lamp was sucked out by nothing, the cold left into the dark and the sounds stopped as if it wanted to hear Feliciano's last words, filled with more warmth than ever before.
"I'll wait for you... Ludwig..."
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Ah, again, thank you, I tried my best, since I haven't written fanfiction in a while.
Especially not in Englishand I'm glad, you liked it~no subject