Melody Of The Mind

la promessa

"la promessa" (the promise in Italian) is another one-shot I made from the Hetalia Fandom, a little older than "Of Forlorn" and has gone through at least 5 revisions. It features Feliciano (Italy) and his long gone childhood lover who resides in his loving memory. Please take note that I was very young when I wrote this, somewhere around 12 or 13 I think so the writing may be a bit cringy or something along the lines but I hope you will enjoy reading it nonetheless.

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"Is it really better if we left the past as nothing, lest than a faded memory? Or do we hold on to it and embrace it's sweet melancholy?"

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"I'll come back, I promise, So don't worry. Smile like you always do, and......"

"Never forget me....Italy"

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The sleepy Italian woke up from his slumber, he rose up from the bed and rubbed his teary eyes, his mind currently swimming in his sea of thoughts

"It's that dream again......"

suddenly a painful frown replaced his smile, his body trembled in remembrance, pearls of tears stung his eyes as it gently trickled down his cheeks.

He counted the sunrises and sunsets, He waited for centuries. Still he couldn't bare the thought of not seeing him again.

He sank himself in his heart wrenching sobs, he clenched the sheets tightly. His older brother heard his sounds of distress, He tapped on the door lightly.

"Veneziano, is there something wrong?"

No reply.

"Veneziano"

Still no reply.

"Fratello, open the f*cking door!" Romano said louder this time, accompanied by his continuous banging on the door.

"Leave me alone!" The voice on the other side of the door stated loud and clear. Perhaps too clear that it startled Romano. Italy doesn't behave this way, unless.....

'It was him again'

South Italy grumbled some colorful language before leaving his northern half to sulk. At this point He won't be able to do anything.

'I just hope he returns to his usual pasta-loving self soon'

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"You sure?"

"Yeah, I just need some time to clear my head that's all.

Romano reluctantly agreed to Italy's request, so he bid him goodbye before slamming the door shut. He sighed sadly, making his way at a normal pace down the street.

He had no destination in mind, just a casual stroll, letting his feet take him wherever it wants to. Well, to a normal person, that is.

'I miss him, will he ever come back?'

'No, I should think positive! I know he will, he told me so!'

'Because, as long as I remember him, in my heart, he'll always be live and well'

He continued this notation for as long as he can, even if he knew he was deluding himself in lies. He didn't care, that bubbly Italian we all know to well hid this feelings for so long behind a deceiving mask, only for one day to gush out like a broken dam.

Little did he knew, That his feet was taking him to a place of reminiscence, one that is the last place he would want to visit.

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'Wh-Why am I here?'

'H-how did I get here?'

There he stood like a frozen statue, in the middle of the abundant flower fields which held the most beautiful memories.

But at the same time the most tragic one.

This place is where his beloved left and vowed to return.

Italy didn't want to leave just yet, after all, he hasn't been here for a very long time. He was too pained to do so.

Even after so long, the same flowers bloomed in the fields. This made a small smile creep to the Italian's face.

He laid down on the grassy ground, blades of grass tickled him as he the rays of the summer sun shone upon him. He closed hi eyes gently. He was still hoping, hoping that someday....

"That somewhere, somehow. In the far horizon, there you'll be. Standing in a world free from suffering and sadness....

And that's why, there's only one thing to say for now;

I love you Holy Rome, Don't you ever forget that, the same way that I always thought of you every single day. Even if I wait for another thousand years to see you again, my love for you will only grow stronger.

I'll do it. Even if the same dream  haunts me over and over again. I'll bear through it.

Because for me.....It's the best thing that has ever happened to me in my whole life.

And that is meeting you"

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