No matter how hard Italy tries to beat Germany, he always ends up losing. No matter how much pain and exhaustion of training he has to endure. But Veneziano never loses hope. After all, some day, his hope will be granted somehow, right? Right?
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or Euro Cup 2016, and I never will. Although I hope I own Norway (from Hetalia) so much, hehe.
Warning: This is not a historically accurate fanfiction, and also NOT a GerIta fanfiction. You have been warned.
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No. Not again.
Every time Veneziano tries beating Germany, he always ends up losing.
Not this time.
He and his brother have sacrificed so much...hell; his fratello even beat the hell out of Spain just for this.
Cantlosecantlosecantlosecantlosecantlose...
Right now both Veneziano and Germany are facing each other, panting heavily. Both are exhausted and want nothing than a good sleep—or like Veneziano usually says; siesta.
But they can't.
Right now they are fighting each other. Each delivers blows that horribly stunning, and yet time seems to cease to end.
And finally, Veneziano faces his biggest nightmare.
Veneziano and Germany stare at each other hard; both wish that this is just a nightmare. Both wish that this is not happening; both wish that they do not have to fight each other.
But this life is not a dream.
"Veneziano..." Germany says quietly, his voice shows how much he wishes he does not have to do this. To fight his...— he means to fight Veneziano.
"Germany..." Veneziano looks as if he wanted to cry. "Please Germany, don't do this, don't do this!" Veneziano begged.
"Step aside, Veneziano."
Italy shakes his head. "No, no no no! Please, Germany, please!" Veneziano begs; tears wells up in his eyes, threatening to fall.
Germany closed his eyes, sighed deeply, before answers Veneziano's request. "Es tut mir leid, Veneziano."Germany murmured quietly. "I can't do that...you see, my people; they..." Germany tries explaining to Veneziano, his liebe...oh how complicated life is... before Veneziano cuts him off.
"How about mine?" Veneziano asks, his face shows so much anguish and pain. "How?"
"No, fratello, not again! This is the perfect fucking time, perfect chance, fratello... I have freaking sacrificed so much that I even beat the hell out of that Spaniard bastard! Don't you dare to give up, fratello!!" Romano shouts, before winces in pain.
"Deutsche, per favore, just once...?" Veneziano asks his voice desperate.
"So sorry, Veneziano, so sorry..." Germany murmured quietly; before he readies himself.
"I will not let you, Germany...please...do not make me..." Veneziano begs, and for a moment Germany almost complies his wish had he not remembered his Bruder wish.
'Bring me back that trophy, don't ya West!' kesesesese...bring back victory to Deutsche Demokratische Republik, won't ya?
"So sorry..." Germany repeats that again and again, before readies himself.
"WATCH OUT, VENEZIANO!"
"Ve~?"
"GOAL!!!!! Yeay, finally after we have waited for hours in this heated match, Germany proves themselves again by becoming a winner in this match! Congratulations Germany and its fantastisch national Gruppe! You are so awesome! Oh my, I feel tears in my eyes! Congratulations Germany, success for you in the next match!!!! I'm Manuel Neuer, signing out! WOOHOOO! The presenter flips out, his voice hoarse. Poor man, Germany doubts he is going to be able to comment on the next match.
And with rumblings of all the distant celebrations, happiness cries, and all the enthusiasm, Germany can't help but smile.
A/N: Inspired by the match: Germany vs Italy in this Euro Cup 2016...I truly didn't know the name of the presenter, so should you find a mistake, don't hesitate to correct me...hehe, in any case, congratulations Germany, and stay strong Italy!
