Title: The strength to go on
Fandom: Original
Characters: Italian, Latin, French appointed, English and English
Pairing: Latin / Italian
Prompt: "You're gross!"
Rating: orange
Warnings: language, anthropomorphism, slash, one-shot, light (or maybe not) angst, theoretically inchest (but is not highlighted and more, in short , it comes to languages °_°).
The strength to go on
been years trying to survive without him, without his point of reference, without that hand always there, ready to be grasped to guide you in the right direction.
It felt that, little by little, he would have disappeared: it was mutilated every day, his condition worsened, but was still standing there, proud, haughty, difficult as usual.
Italian looked around his forehead slightly wrinkled; his closest brothers, French and English, seemed passarsela better than him. Not to mention that bastard English, that now that he had imposed on half the world would go to his head high, without the slightest effort to understand others.
But he, Italian, and never was in crisis at that time he felt completely alone.
He sighed, annoyed.
\u0026lt; 1 * Quid accidit ?>
stared in disbelief: it must be his imagination, his mind is a damn joke, a joke disgustingly cruel and sadistic.
He looked up to cross the deep and severe Latino, straight in front of him like a statue, a little 'aged as he remembered, but still strong and vigorous.
Italian did not blink at the sight, but shook his head, laughing bitterly.
\u0026lt;Why laughing?>
that question the look of the younger became harder.
\u0026lt;Tu. You are a figment of my mind, right?>
Latino raised an eyebrow.
\u0026lt;Should I?>
\u0026lt;Sure. - Continued safe the way - you're dead. Centuries ago, I have not forgotten. You're a fucking dead body, buried under meters of land in this country shit.>
The oldest made a gesture of anger, looking at air reproach.
\u0026lt;How are vulgar! Who taught you to behave in this manner? I certainly do not.>
Italian clenched his fists, anger began to mount.
\u0026lt;No, certainly not you. Thou hast thou forsaken me, Latino! You left me alone in this shit, to destroy me slowly, piece by piece. You see how they are reduced, see What have I become! And where were you when I did this? If you're not really dead where the hell were you?!>
A hand - that certainly was not a product of his imagination - took him by the collar and a moment later the back of Italian mussels with the hard ground he felt the breath of the other - also more than real - with its mix, the weight of Latin hold it to the ground.
\u0026lt;I have always been with you every moment. And I am sorry, Italian, really hits me deep in the confirmation of the fact that you have not you've ever realized.>
Italian blushed violently to hear those words, but he found the strength to answer .
\u0026lt;Watch your brothers. They too were in your own situation, yet not wander desperate throwing the blame on others and covering the world of insults. Have you ever wondered why?>
\u0026lt;They are loved! - The cry of anger came from the lips of Italian before they knew it - They like . The others look at them with respect because they are musical because they are easy. Their people do not mistreat them and is proud!>
\u0026lt;As opposed to you.>
He realized the only time of copious tears running down his face.
\u0026lt;Unlike me.> Whispered in my eyes do not look Latino.
latter sighed, shaking his head.
\u0026lt;It seems that you have strayed off course. You can not even been a while sine I .>
Italian did not answer, now that the anger was over I felt incredibly fragile.
\u0026lt;I need to remember as I was before. To find the strength to go forward, continue to exist ...>
The oldest smiled, ruffling head.
\u0026lt;So let me help you.>
centuries had passed since the last time they had seen and actually knew no Latin his protege as a time: many things had changed, Italian himself had changed, yet remains always the same, complex, sometimes incomprehensible, sometimes all too clear.
And it was more than clear as he moans to let go, without hesitation, regardless of appearances, and was even more so when it moved against a Latin rhythm of his thrusts.
La lingua morta – in quel momento più viva che mai – sorrise, mordendogli piano l’orecchio, respirando l’odore dei capelli dell’altro, una mano ferma sul fianco e l’altra a tormentargli i capezzoli.
< Nunc meministi* 2 ?>
Italiano si limitò ad annuire: sì, in quel momento ricordava perfettamente com’era un tempo.
* 1 \u0026lt;What succede?>
* 2 \u0026lt;Now remember?>
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