Title: Blow Out Loud
Fandom: Axis Power Hetalia
Characters: Germany (Ludwig Beilschmidt), Fem! Prussia (Maria Beilschmidt), Feliciano Vargas (Venice Italy)
Genre: General, War, melancholy
Rating:
14 + Warnings: Genderbend! \u0026lt;3, possible OOC,
One-shot Word Count: 654
Notes: I'm not a person who likes to make notes in kilometers, so try to be clear and concise, going for points. u_u
1) All this happens in a lovely historic period or the days following the September 8, 1943, in which Italy signed an armistice with America and England.
Here is explained the matter (praise be to Wiki \u0026lt;3), here we trust (?) Corriere della Sera that gives us the news
u_u Oh, yes, Italy has betrayed Germany. Joy!
Ah, for the record: yes, this is my revenge on Venetian xD
2) Maria Beilschmidt fanon is the name that gives the female version of Prussia. It is common on the web, as well as the status accorded it.
could, yes, it might seem a little OOC (just a bit ', eh!) But who cares, she is so u_u
fig 3) Go to theme setting! Half people will already stopped reading the notes, Oh well XD
The fanfiction is set in 1943, when, in Germany, there were the bombings at any time of day. The people (and therefore Ludwig) is not doing very well, as you can imagine, the city was virtually destroyed.
For this particular reason I decided to make all the dark tones that you will find XD is not a "stereotype of the pain of love," only a historical reference.
4) Join the challenge 10disneyfic with the prompt: Monster - Here is the table \u0026lt;3
5) Participate in fanonfest Fanworld with the prompt: Feliciano Vargas - Italy Venice / Ludwig - Germany, Treason
6) The title has nothing to do with the shot XD It 's just the verse of a song I was listening to while writing X ° For those interested, is "no Uragiri Yuuyake" Theatre of the Book. No, not even the song hits the shot. \u0026lt;3
7) Prum Powa u_____รน (We understand, this note will remain unchanged over the centuries .___.)
It was raining hard at that September morning, while Germany was sitting cross-legged in the backyard Beilschmidt, once lush and almost enviable, so beautiful were the red roses that grew there.
Maria watched him quietly from behind the curtains of the kitchen, allowing escape from time to time, some disconsolate sigh of compassion.
She had understood everything from the first moment in which his brother had come home with that Italian rabbit caught somewhere sooner or later Feliciano would have run away with his tail between his legs as he had arrived.
Who knows why, though, as she saw in Italy just another nuisance to Ludwig Veneziano was important.
Never, in over a hundred years spent in the company of the baby, Mary was able to get a spontaneous hug of affection or other similar physical contact.
Well, not that she had never cared to tell the truth.
With that damn rabbit, however, a kiss on the cheek before going to sleep was a must, as they were a must a thousand kisses and hugs were exchanged during the day.
Here, Maria thought, looking at the profile of his elder brother in the rain, see where you did end up, that rabbit. He had betrayed
without too much trouble, that useless Italy.
The day before was in the house all happy with that stupid smile on his face, jumping on him to Germany as a wife makes her husband back after years of military service outside the home.
revolting.
For little Mary had vomited on the plate of breakfast, so was the honey that dripped the words of Italian.
"Doitsu, Doitsu! I love you, Doitsu! We're friends, right? Doitsu "
Friends! Ah! Yes, just friends that the day after England Veneziano wagged its tail like a puppy left behind in search of pampering.
The door opened, creaking as usual, by diverting his thoughts from Mary.
Quick, grabbed a towel, handing it to his younger brother along with a cup of hot coffee.
"May I ask what are you going to do out there?," Chided him, closing the door behind him. "I was worried, damn it!"
Germany sighed, turning a sister a look of anguish charge. He took the coffee, holding his hands trembling and cold, and dropped on the first empty chair in the small kitchen just after the entrance.
With regret, Mary put her towel over her shoulders, stroking his brother's wet hair with his fingers covered by thin leather gloves.
not open his mouth, was limited only to follow the contour of Ludwig, closing his eyes for a moment, crimson. Those features that are hard and rigid ... could conceal a really good temperament and shrewd as his brother what he had against the Venetian?
opened her lips to console the brother of his sentences with a routine, but then an idea flashed through the mind: Italy was a traitor, now would have tasted his own medicine.
smug grin of his own wickedness, Mary approached Ludwig, put their hands on his shoulders and bending her head towards her.
"Italy has hurt you, true?" He hissed, letting out a chuckle of satisfaction at the thought of his sadistic revenge on the small and fragile Ita-chan. "I called a monster, West, you should make them pay."
Germany shuddered, for Mary was not an invitation to continue.
"You should let him know that you can not betray Germany, you can not betray you . "
And when Ludwig was turned away from her sister to return to sit in the rain, the evil smile spread that Mary explaining his lips.
He returned to his post behind the curtain of the kitchen, patting his pet chick.
"Magnificent, magnificent." Laughed, fiddling with bits of silver curls. "Gilbert will be happy! We have an enemy anymore. Provided that we can define such a simpleton, indeed! "
His laughter died out, recalling his older brother, how could he pledged to defend from Russia. That damned communist would
soon gone the way of Italy, here.
Sighing, he settled the uniform of Mary Gilbert, at least two sizes too big. Sniffed, grabbing a cup of Ludwig.
Damn, had left him not one bit '.
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