Hetalia: A Fandom Anthology [WARNING: YAOI]

5. Curiousity [ GerIta :) ]

Happy story at last! <3<3<3 FoBuruBuruSukaisu[Japanese romanji of my UN] here. GerIta for the lovely ladies of habit. :3

Hope you all like it. :D Some happy little AmCan to come soon. :P Wish me luck! XD

Theme Song: The Call - Regina Spektor

Link to Failing Pic: http://media.photobucket.com/image/hetalia%20germany%20italy/WindWorld14/Hetalia/7719347.jpg?o=20

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"Does the sun set right?"

Germany turned his head to look over to Italy, eyes straight ahead on the falling sun. Italy had always a flare for the dramatic and a taste for the arts. Germany knew this well and sighed, rubbing his hands together to create some heat. The German nights were cool and breezy, Italy well adjusted with the weather.

"Zhe sun?" He turned his head, Italy watching the pinks and orange tones fading into the navy and blue of the night sky. He seemed fascinated by the slow setting star, eyes closing slowly. He was getting sleepy.

"I went to visit Japan. He's got a lot of books there. I guess I sorta read some. You know, I was bored. Though... they didn't make much sense. One was a sad poem about a little lost girl. She tried to find the colors of the sun, but never could," his shoulders seemed to fall with this statement. Germany turned his head, watching closely as the boy looked up again with saddened eyes. The hazel seemed to sparkle in his eyes, watching closely for the color of the sunset. "But... she asked the Heavens if the sun set right. She asked because if it was wrong, maybe the colors would work," he nodded.

Germany sighed, looking at the now dicipating oranges and reds into the latter of the setting sun. He couldn't help but think back to when he was little when he read an old book from his brother talking about the setting sun.

He recalled its poetic diction and simple story line for the colorful book about the sun's phases. The Rising Sun and the Morning Bird, the Day Sun and the Picilo Boy, the Evening Sun and the Sleeping Child, and the Setting Sun and the Singing Girl all filled the pages of the children's story book.

Prussia used to sit Germany in his lap and read the story clearly in the light of the moon or by the candle on the desk. Either way, the story was more vivid and real in Germany's mind each time his gentle older brother read the story aloud.

Italy looked dismayed by the girl's misfortune and Germany guessed that what he read was the last part of the story.

"Maybe... you just read only v'one part of the story," he shrugged, Italy turning his head and watching Germany's eyes look at the navy sky dappled with stars in all directions. "You never know how a story v'ill go until you read each page and every chapter," he nodded as he let out a heavy sigh.

"All... the pages," Italy echoed, watching carefully as Germany seemed to let a certain wall come down. He'd seen it just a few times. It was rarely seen, but the way he let his shoulder shift and his back slouch, to Italy it was nice. A change of pace that was well deserved.

Germany nodded, Italy accepting the answer without a second thought. His mind was already floating above the clouds where distant grey wisps drifted across the ocean-like sky. Both of the men thought that the scene was acceptably beautiful. The way the sky seemed to flow like silk and how the stars spread out over that sky endlessly by the chilled summer night.

Italy closed his eyes and breathed out his confusion.

"Someday," he whispered, rubbing his cheeks to prevent the tears.