Hetalia x Male Reader - One Shot Book

Turn Your Tears To Rain - Romano

{Let's Start}

|Narrators Pov |

     The Italian male looked out over the mess of a village. The people ran around crying, yelling, screaming, laughing. What did it matter, you were either rejoicing or living through a heartbreak. Which was he again? Crying, yes crying because of a man whom never returned. He held his breath for a second, 'why' was all that ran through his head in that moment, why did a lifetime have to be cut short with a bullet and a piece of paper.

¦Flashback : Seven Years Before : June Twelfth¦

     The small river that ran through the small forest in rural Italy was youthful with life, tadpoles and kingfishers basked around it. Two males ran, laughing, on either side of it, the c/n racing the other during the young of the day. The sun had barely risen, and everything was peaceful, the air was crisp with morning cold and the trees dripped teardrops from their leaves. The males stopped running at the breach of a pool, the water seemed to be brighter than before, a glittering tint of the splashing liquid reflecting from the sun. The Italian jumped over the river, landing next to the c/n, who watched in delight. They both curled up against the grassy and flowering floor of the forest, covering in tall shadows of the trees and bushes behind them. Both sat next to one another, and after a minute or so, the Italian leant his head against the c/n's shoulder, enjoying the on and off drips out of reality he had when with the other male. They sat like that for a while, like they did most mornings in summer, before they'd have to run back home to help their families with work at home.

¦Flashback : Three And A Half Years Before : July Third¦

     The c/n was home on leave, a soldier, he had broken something and was given one and a half months recovery. No matter it was the first time since the war had started that he'd come home, and it'd be the last time before the war ended. Romano wasn't confused, nor was he angered. He was, for once since the war had started again, calm and silenced. He saw how his once youthful friend had been deprived of all of what made him such. He didn't know weather to be shocked or saddened at the thought. They had started spending more time together, everyday the same routine as before the war, wake up before sunrise, meet in the village and race towards the forest, run along the riverbanks and towards the pond. But that day was different, upon arriving at the pond they didn't sit down like they'd usually have done, but instead, m/n gripped the other males hand and pulled him into a dance, they hadn't danced before. "Smile darling, don't be sad," Romano looked up and into the c/n's eyes now, and his heart melted, he was going to lose him again and this might be the last time they'd even meet again. Make it worth the wait. So, leaning up towards the other male, Romano placed a kiss upon his lips and went back to dancing, although having never danced before he felt like he knew the routine like he knew the brick road in the village that lead to a small beach that the sea would wash upon each morning.

¦Flashback : Three And A Half Years Before : July Sixteenth¦

     Soon they'd never see each other again until after the war, in the mere hours they had left together they didn't bother saying a goodbye, why do such a thing when that only means you're not going to see them again. They were going to see each other again. They had, that morning spent their time at the secluded beach, from which they watched the sky darken with rain clouds, and felt the first drops of it while watching the sun rise up as if out of the sea. They would part in a matter of minutes, then they wouldn't see each other until after this war. Romano took the males hand in his, and pulled him up off the ground, walking toward the stairs at the end of the beach, they walked slow and talked slow, some things needed to be known and said. The males looked up, the rain dampened the cobble stones of the old brick road, and left them shiny. Walking down the path in their last minutes together didn't hurt as much as expected, nor did it leave them without pain, it was what it could be. Soon the truck for the soldiers on leave came into view, and for the first and last time, Romano pulled m/n behind the brick wall and kissed him goodbye.

¦Time Skip : End of the War¦

     It had been days, maybe a week, Romano did not care to check, he just woke up and went back to sleep, he was drowning his sorrows like there was no tomorrow. A postman came to his door, and left a letter, he didn't see it until Feliciano bought it up to him, although hesitant to hand such thing over. Romano hesitated too, opening it with caution. The letter was from the c/n male, the one who didn't come home, it had been written a week before he died, enscripted to Romano Vargas. So he opened it, the neatly folded, palm-sized, sheet of paper, written rushed by a soldier sat upon the Italians hand.

'Lay down with me, let
the river run dry. Its Sunday
In the six day war.

Walk me down the old
brick road, so I can
Die where I met you.

Heaven knows how I
loved you ; '

[The End]