Anon wants to see some fics about a couple's last time together. It can be sex, a tender moment, or even just a conversation, but at some point at least one of the parties should realize that this is their last time together. Any interpretation of 'last time' is cool, but make sure it's angsty or at least bittersweet.
[[... made this AU, because I CAN'T WRITE HISTORICAL FICTION I'M SO SORRY D: ... and this makes no sense historically, but Southern Italy did get some earthquakes at one point in time ;_; ]]
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He knows he's dying. No matter how much he denies it, no matter how many times he says, "Antonio, I'm fine!", he still knows it. Sure, he doesn't want to accept it, but cancer's a terrible thing, and it's been ravaging the Italian's body for six months now. Six long, long months, long months that he doesn't want to let go of, because he knows when Lovino... when he goes, he won't have anything left. Francis and Gilbert, sure, but what are they compared to him? Lovino's been with him since he was a teenager, and he's closer to him than he is to all of his friends combined. So what are they?
He doesn't know.
... pancreatic cancer. One of the more... malignant forms, one that never offers a good prognosis. Or at least, that's what he heard the doctors say, the doctors whisper behind closed doors so neither of them can hear. They could have
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anonymous
September 27 2009, 22:29:45 UTC
... he never has. Never has he wanted the younger Vargas, never in his entire life, never in that way, and Antonio stares at him. "W-What?! Lovino, no! Nononono, no! I have never wanted Feliciano -- anybody -- in that way, other than you! Nobody -- "
Lovino cuts him off with a glare. "You're lying, bastard. Don't think I'm fucking stupid." He lets go of his hand, turning his head over as ferociously as he can on the pillow. "You've always wanted him. Always. Because he's thinner, and lighter, and nicer, and, and, ... and... " He realizes Lovino's sobbing. And he stares. Because Lovino never sobs. Not even when he found about the cancer, not even then, because then, he just stared at the wall and stared while Antonio did the crying for him
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anonymous
October 14 2009, 02:50:24 UTC
Anon just wants to say that, even if writer!anon thinks it's not historically accurate, anon thinks it is.
In Anon's head cannon, one of the Italy brothers has to disappear because Italy isn't seperated any more, like with Gilbo and Ludwig. This makes so much sense to anon.
Hero [1/1]
anonymous
September 28 2009, 09:02:10 UTC
I'm sorry, author-non, I couldn't resist! I hope you don't mind that I'm doing a second fill. Also, I apologize to OP for the awkward fill... D8
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He should have noticed it earlier.
...No, he amends, he should have done something about it earlier. It wasn't a matter of not noticing, it was more of not wanting to acknowledge.
It's hard not to acknowledge the pale form lying in the bed. It wasn't like no one had known anything, either- Alfred had been suffering from a recession for quite a while. They were all suffering from it, it wasn't a secret. However, everyone had expected him to recover, because that's just what he did, he was the United States of goddamn America. Heroes could endure anything. Wasn't that what he was always yelling at them about through mouthfuls of hamburgers
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Smile For Me (1/2)
anonymous
September 29 2009, 00:28:10 UTC
Second part will follow tomorrow, I promise!"Liechtenstein?" Switzerland had been talking about recent stock rates, and normally, Liechtenstein was right by his side, giving a 'hm' of agreement and support - but she'd dropped behind
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Smile For Me (2/2)
anonymous
September 29 2009, 21:04:54 UTC
“Hello, brother…” He leaned closer to hear her, as quiet as she was. “I’m sorry - I… meant to tell you earlier, but I didn’t… didn’t want you to be troubled…” By nature, he was tempted to scold her, but what was the point? He smiled, knowing this was the best thing he could give her - his final gift
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Bide Thee, Night [2/2]
anonymous
September 30 2009, 05:54:18 UTC
Norway pressed his forehead to the glass once more, feeling its coldness before exhaling. He made traces in the dust and condensation with his fingertip and reflected that no matter what thought he had on the deal itself, he was another matter. Good company, that one. Good conversation on the infrequent occasions when he did chance to speak. A welcome presence in the quiet moments they spent together, sharing news with coffee over breakfast or the times they had gone on long evening walks, side by side, the sun setting and the air cool around them. He was a good friend, or perhaps something else, though Norway had resolved years ago to never linger on that, never allow the word to directly enter his thoughts. Other things might slip, but that word was not allowed, in spite of the fondness with which he recalled what time they spent together in the long nights over the years. He would not think on it regardless of what memories he had of the darkness and Sweden’s worn but gentle hands, his lips kissed to bruising, the both of them bare
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He knows he's dying. No matter how much he denies it, no matter how many times he says, "Antonio, I'm fine!", he still knows it. Sure, he doesn't want to accept it, but cancer's a terrible thing, and it's been ravaging the Italian's body for six months now. Six long, long months, long months that he doesn't want to let go of, because he knows when Lovino... when he goes, he won't have anything left. Francis and Gilbert, sure, but what are they compared to him? Lovino's been with him since he was a teenager, and he's closer to him than he is to all of his friends combined. So what are they?
He doesn't know.
... pancreatic cancer. One of the more... malignant forms, one that never offers a good prognosis. Or at least, that's what he heard the doctors say, the doctors whisper behind closed doors so neither of them can hear. They could have ( ... )
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Lovino cuts him off with a glare. "You're lying, bastard. Don't think I'm fucking stupid." He lets go of his hand, turning his head over as ferociously as he can on the pillow. "You've always wanted him. Always. Because he's thinner, and lighter, and nicer, and, and, ... and... " He realizes Lovino's sobbing. And he stares. Because Lovino never sobs. Not even when he found about the cancer, not even then, because then, he just stared at the wall and stared while Antonio did the crying for him ( ... )
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That was…that was…poor Lovi…-hug him- poor Antonio -hugs him too-
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In Anon's head cannon, one of the Italy brothers has to disappear because Italy isn't seperated any more, like with Gilbo and Ludwig. This makes so much sense to anon.
GOOD JOB, WRITER ANON. ♥
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Also, I apologize to OP for the awkward fill... D8
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He should have noticed it earlier.
...No, he amends, he should have done something about it earlier. It wasn't a matter of not noticing, it was more of not wanting to acknowledge.
It's hard not to acknowledge the pale form lying in the bed. It wasn't like no one had known anything, either- Alfred had been suffering from a recession for quite a while. They were all suffering from it, it wasn't a secret. However, everyone had expected him to recover, because that's just what he did, he was the United States of goddamn America. Heroes could endure anything. Wasn't that what he was always yelling at them about through mouthfuls of hamburgers ( ... )
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this was amazing. beautiful. i adore that you've had arthur call him hero.
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This was beautifully written and I think that my heart is truly breaking. Wonderful job, author!anon!
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beautiful author!anon!
making people cry with a story is good! why? because it shows how much we love it!! (and you!! :D)
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I wish there're more fills about those two, after all they're BFF irl
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