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'Italy, remember, Happiness will never run to greet you,
it is you who must run in order to catch a glimpse of ture happiness.'
Therefore, do not be shy and miss any potential lover.'

'Like you keep chasing after Holy Roman Empire's papa, Grandpapa?'

'Exactly the same.'

'Then I don't want to...'

'Why!?'

'It looks painful.... I don't want to be hitted all the time...'

'You can find a girl that doesn't hit you.'

'But I am not interested in girl.....'

'Then find a boy.'

'Not interested in them too.'

'You will be interested. One day, they are going to hold a deep attraction
for you. Believe me, Italy.'

'Don't want to...'
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'Wait for me, I will come back to you.'The boy shouts out.

'Uh, I will wait, I will wait for you.'The girl shouts back.

Is this the happiness you promise, Grandpapa?

If it is, I will wait. I will wait for my happiness to come back to me.
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The girl sits next to an empty bed, crying bitter tear.

He lied, He lied.

Yet all she can do is sit next to an empty bed and cry.
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1945

It starts with a simple question.

'Ludwig, will you kiss me?'

From a question to a kiss to this unbearable steaming heat which burn.

Italy shurrder slightly as the gloveless hand traits down his spine
while the other holding him, touching him.

He whispers into his ear, deep and low, just as he imagine



'Are you sure, Italy? There is no going back now.'

Italy smiles and slowly lower his lip onto his.
A single spark that burstes into flame.

Darkness may conceal their primitive, violent movement under the sheet,
yet sometimes, their voice betray themselve.

The rush for air after a deep long private communication of lip between them.
The small moan of pleasure which escape he nibble on his ear, his neck, the curve in between.
The sudden gasp of breath as his mouth find new place to torture or pleasure.

At each touch, their body draw closer and closer to each other.
Italy sobes back his pain when Germany enters him.
So, in the end, one can not escape pain, right?

Pain and Pleasure, mixed, overlapped, entwined and inseparatable.
Italy could only hang on to Ludwig's back as
he drives them both higher and higher.
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The clock strucks ten times, matching their breath as they lay in each other's arm.
Tired but satisfied.
No small talk are make, only smooth comfort silent hung over them.

Afterall, this is only a one night stand, isn't it?
Ludwig asks silently, mouthing this question.
Lover for one night, then enemy for the rest of the war.
Not a bad choice, Italy. That way, we are part without regret.

'Ludwig?'

'Uh, Italy?' Lud

wig shifts his position and allow Italy to rest more comfortablely in his arm.

'Make me yours, will you?'The small brown head lie on top of his heart, listening, searching.
There is no immediate answer, yet he waits on, patiently, listening the rythmic beat of the strong heart below.

'Italy, we are losing this war.'


'uh, I know.'

'Then go, even the rat know it's time to leave a sinking ship.'

'So what, we never have a chance to win'

'Uh!?'

'Tsk, Ludwig, I am stupid but not that stupid.
We ever have a chance to win, that thousand years glory is only a dream,
a dream of fool.' He laughs, ' and we are the tools of the fool.'

'It is a first level offend to call the boss a fool.'

'Are you going to tell on me, Ludwig?' He asks, fully aware what will be the answer.

'No, just as you won't tell on me if I tell you my boss is a ...'
He whispers the last few words into that well shaped ear, which earn him a few chuckle.

'So, Ludwig, will you do it?'

'Do what?'

'Keeps me with you. I don't care how, keeps me with you.'

'Italy may die in the process.'

'My brother is more than capable to keep it alive.'

'Then, you may die in the process.'

'uh-huh, Ludwig, I am tired.
I am tired of being that damn fool's representive.
I am tired of smiling that idiotic smile so I will survive for one more sec.
I am tired of catching only a glimpse of happiness.
THis is I am going to keep it, even if it shatters me.'
He roses, big soft brown eyes look down to the deep blue amused one.

'What if I says no?' He says, waiting for the susprise.

'Then I will make you mine.' He smiles, tongue licking the point of the throat.
'I will seduce you, cage you, keep you. And when I go, I will make sure I have chain you beside me.'

'Looks like I got myself a hell of trouble.' THis time it is he who chuckles.

'uhuh, are you prepared, Ludwig. This ride will get us straight to hell.'
He looks into him full in the eyes, as he slowly take him in.

'Why not?' He laughs, taking the challenge.
'Afterall, I only have to make sure you are the one who lands on the bottom.'

'No problem, my only objective is to drag you down with me.'
Linked, connected, he takes him with he.

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Now you can't fly away any more, right?
We are chained together.
Your fate is now my fate.
If you fall, I will fall.
So, ready to jump?
This is going to be a long long jump...
Hold my hand, will you?
and 1...2....3.....jump!




1945, the Axis Power lose.