Definitely Memory Loss [1/?]
anonymous
February 23 2010, 03:09:26 UTC
One afternoon, Italy Veneziano woke up screaming in pain, with the absolute certainty that something in his world was horribly, dreadfully wrong. Naked, he tumbled out of bed and ran as fast as he could out of his bedroom and down the stairs. When he realized that his pasta storeroom was still intact and not in any way on fire or swarming with locusts, he sighed in relief. His nightmares could be so vivid sometimes.
His brother was not so lucky.
The high-pitched screams that usually indicated torture or badly dressed Englishmen in the near vicinity pierced through Italy Romano’s tomato dreams like a knife. Romano shot awake like his brother had mere moments beforehand. But he was not as agile as his younger brother, and was twice as clumsy to boot. So instead of hopping out of bed to find what was wrong and run in the other direction as quickly as possible, Romano got into a fight with the bed sheets.
And lost. Bastards must have cheated.As Veneziano skipped back up the stairs from his comfort visit to the pantry, he heard an
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Definitely Memory Loss [2/?]
anonymous
February 23 2010, 03:13:04 UTC
Spain’s phone was ringing a cheery tune. It complemented the cheery décor of his cheery house, and the cheery tomato plants growing in the cheery yard behind it. Spain wasn’t in the position to appreciate any of this cheerfulness, however, because he was currently deeply asleep.
Ring.
“Mmm…”
Ring.
“Tomate…”
Ring.
“¡¿Por qué no te callas?! … heh…”
Ring.Finally, Spain woke up. As though a cloud had finished passing by the sun, the room instantly became ten times cheerier. But as Spain answered his phone and listened to Germany’s voice on the other end, a curious thing happened. The room started to lose its cheer. First the laughing light left the room’s sole occupant’s eyes. Then the paint scheme began to look quite dull. By the time Germany had finished (“…and he’s still unconscious.”), the room appeared veritably bleak
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Definitely Memory Loss [3/?]
anonymous
February 23 2010, 03:18:54 UTC
Romano was awake and sitting up in bed when Germany and Veneziano entered the room. He had a large bandage awkwardly covering most of the left side of his forehead. When he turned his head to watch his brother enter the room, the bandage slipped a little over his left eye. Germany fixed it subconsciously, while simultaneously holding the other half of Italy back from causing any more damage to his brother
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Definitely Memory Loss [4/?]
anonymous
February 23 2010, 03:23:08 UTC
“So he doesn’t remember anything? Anything at all?” Spain and Veneziano had finally been pried apart and once that monumental task had been accomplished, the doctors had informed Spain of Romano’s condition.
“You people really think you’re countries, don’t you?” It was the first time Romano had spoken all day (minus a couple of expletives from before he hit his head).
Spain looked like he was going to join Veneziano in tears. Over the din of “Ve, but you’re a country too, brother!” and “You were my cute little henchman for centuries” Germany decided to be practical. It wasn’t a hard decision for him to make
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OP is happyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.
anonymous
February 23 2010, 05:59:26 UTC
ALSAKDASKJASHDKAlAS.
AUTHOR!ANON.
TAKE ME NOW.
Oh, wow. This is. This is my cup of tea, coffee, fruit-flavored beverage, soda. This is amazing, thank you! Ahh, and you did a good job of putting in humor while still being serious in parts. I wanna know, what will Spain doooo? Oh ho ho. I'm excited, anon, good work!
Author is glad
anonymous
February 23 2010, 20:46:47 UTC
TAKE YOU WHERE, OP?
I'm glad you like it so far! I was worried, because it felt like I was making it really silly, when the prompt has such an ability to inspire a story that's all long and involved and angsty romantic.
Spain will do silly things, and stupid things, and Spanish things, and other things that start with s (like South Italy, hm?).
Now that the fangirling is done with: thanks for telling this from Germany's POW (so hilarious and repressed, the poor thing), thanks for the whole Spanish population being ready for their country's hijinks (seriously, Antonio, your shoes?) and thanks for Veneziano being Veneziano (I have to admit, I'd be really jealous of him if I was Romano too).
Re: Definitely Memory Loss [4/?]
anonymous
February 23 2010, 13:08:21 UTC
Jesus Christ, this is one of the best fills I've ever seen on this entire kink meme. I mean, the way it's written it's just so absolutely funny. Not just funny one- liners. The whole thing is just funny, and yet you're so true to the characters -truer than 99% of fiction- that makes it even funnier. No I won't stop saying the word "funny" because that's what it is.
That and a pure brilliant read. Bravo, anon. Bra~vo.
Definitely Memory Loss [5/?]
anonymous
February 26 2010, 01:01:30 UTC
After the Excitable One and the Repressed One had gone home for the evening, Romano was left alone with the hum of the machines nestled around his bed, his thoughts, and Spain. As much as he would have liked to ignore all three of these things and just get some sleep, he couldn’t. The buzzing noise was annoying, his thoughts were way too jumbled, and the other country just wouldn’t shut up.
“Romano! Are you sure you don’t remember?”
“Yes.”
“…are you sure now?”
“YesThis cycle had been on repeat for the past two hours, stopping only when Romano’s three visitors had left to get some sleep. At least, that was what he had thought they were going to do… until the one who said he was “The Kingdom of Spain! Don’t you remember?” had come back at midnight, towing a large suspicious sack behind him
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Definitely Memory Loss [6/?]
anonymous
February 26 2010, 01:05:25 UTC
His wakefulness was dreamless too, and it began much earlier than he would have liked. At the stroke of six A.M., Romano’s consciousness barely registered the shuffling sound of a heavy sack being dragged across the linoleum flooring. He even slept through a mysterious someone turning on the lights. The country that jumped on top of him a few seconds later… as much as he would have liked to sleep through that too, he didn’t.
“Holy shit, what do you think you’re doing?!” It was Spain. Of course it was Spain. Had he even left during the night?
“Good morning to you too, Romano.”
“Why do you keep saying that?”
“What?” Romano wasn’t sure anymore whether Spain’s default mode was ‘hopeful’ or ‘confused’.
“Romano.”
“No, no. I’m Spain. Sppppppaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiinnnnnn. You’re Romano, Romano.” That’s it, he had decided. Spain’s default mode wasn’t ‘hopeful’ and it wasn’t ‘confused’ either: it was just plain stupid“…I’ll speak slowly for you, so you can understand. Why do you keep ending every sentence with the word ‘Romano
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Definitely Memory Loss [7/?]
anonymous
February 26 2010, 01:09:59 UTC
“I’m sorry, Romano.” The funny thing was that Spain really did look sorry. Romano wished he would stop. It was difficult to be angry with someone so sincere. “But here, see? They’re all books about you and me and even a bit about your brother
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Definitely Memory Loss [8/?]
anonymous
February 26 2010, 06:33:52 UTC
The doctors had left twenty minutes ago… Romano was starting to worry about Spain. Surely he couldn’t have hurt himself so badly jumping under the bed that he’d lost consciousness. He was aggravating, yes, and stupid. But not that stupid.
Wait.
Where was that rustling coming from?
Romano would later swear that the noise he made was a manly grunt of surprise, and not the high pitched squeal of terror produced only by awkward teenage boys whose little sisters have saved over every ‘Call of Duty’ slot in the Wii, in order to make room for ‘My Ballet Studio.’ Spain didn’t notice the noise, so there was no one to challenge Romano’s claim, except for every other person with functional hearing within a two kilometer radius of the hospital.
“Did you know how hard it is to get pants off and tights on when you’re trapped underneath a bed?”
“Never. Do that. Again.“What was that, Romano
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Definitely Memory Loss [9/?]
anonymous
February 26 2010, 06:41:46 UTC
Romano held the small little dress made of pale green fabric. It was spotless, unlike Spain’s roughed up attire, and even had tiny little embroidered detailing around the hem. Only those little flowers made of thread showed any aging at all. It was a pretty little thing, but Romano couldn’t help but dislike it. He didn’t know why; maybe it was something to do with his memories.
Spain pressed something else into Romano’s hands. “Here, Romano. This goes with it. There’s supposed to be a headscarf, too, but Veneziano couldn’t find it. It must have been misplaced over the years.” Spain stepped back, and proudly surveyed the half-country on the bed. He really looked like something was supposed to happen now.
“A little girl’s dress and apron? How are these supposed to be important to me? Do I have a sister you didn’t tell me about? A daughter?”
A flash of something crossed Spain’s face. “No, you don’t have a sister. And no children that I’m aware of, although after you left me, you didn’t visit for a really long time. So I suppose it’s
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Anon, you have no idea how excited I am every time I see this fic updated. D: I AM REALLY EXCITED RIGHT NOW. The dark tone doesn't ruin it at all for me. AT ALL.
Spain. SO. ADORABLE. I swear to god, Spain is the cutest character EVER. I hope he goes through a bit more hell for the sake of returning Romano's memories so that when he DOES remember, he'll have to make it up to Spaaaain <3
ROCK ON ANON. BECAUSE SHITTTT I love this fic to bits I could eat it and swallow it whole and kiss it and tuck it into bed and tell it nursery rhymes D:
Fluff, smut, comedy, angst, this anon will soak it allllll up. <3
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His brother was not so lucky.
The high-pitched screams that usually indicated torture or badly dressed Englishmen in the near vicinity pierced through Italy Romano’s tomato dreams like a knife. Romano shot awake like his brother had mere moments beforehand. But he was not as agile as his younger brother, and was twice as clumsy to boot. So instead of hopping out of bed to find what was wrong and run in the other direction as quickly as possible, Romano got into a fight with the bed sheets.
And lost. Bastards must have cheated.As Veneziano skipped back up the stairs from his comfort visit to the pantry, he heard an ( ... )
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Ring.
“Mmm…”
Ring.
“Tomate…”
Ring.
“¡¿Por qué no te callas?! … heh…”
Ring.Finally, Spain woke up. As though a cloud had finished passing by the sun, the room instantly became ten times cheerier. But as Spain answered his phone and listened to Germany’s voice on the other end, a curious thing happened. The room started to lose its cheer. First the laughing light left the room’s sole occupant’s eyes. Then the paint scheme began to look quite dull. By the time Germany had finished (“…and he’s still unconscious.”), the room appeared veritably bleak ( ... )
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“You people really think you’re countries, don’t you?” It was the first time Romano had spoken all day (minus a couple of expletives from before he hit his head).
Spain looked like he was going to join Veneziano in tears. Over the din of “Ve, but you’re a country too, brother!” and “You were my cute little henchman for centuries” Germany decided to be practical. It wasn’t a hard decision for him to make ( ... )
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AUTHOR!ANON.
TAKE ME NOW.
Oh, wow. This is. This is my cup of tea, coffee, fruit-flavored beverage, soda. This is amazing, thank you! Ahh, and you did a good job of putting in humor while still being serious in parts. I wanna know, what will Spain doooo? Oh ho ho. I'm excited, anon, good work!
And, yes. The more, the happier. <33
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I'm glad you like it so far! I was worried, because it felt like I was making it really silly, when the prompt has such an ability to inspire a story that's all long and involved and angsty romantic.
Spain will do silly things, and stupid things, and Spanish things, and other things that start with s (like South Italy, hm?).
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Now that the fangirling is done with: thanks for telling this from Germany's POW (so hilarious and repressed, the poor thing), thanks for the whole Spanish population being ready for their country's hijinks (seriously, Antonio, your shoes?) and thanks for Veneziano being Veneziano (I have to admit, I'd be really jealous of him if I was Romano too).
And thanks for Romano too. Write more, please?
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I mean, the way it's written it's just so absolutely funny. Not just funny one- liners. The whole thing is just funny, and yet you're so true to the characters -truer than 99% of fiction- that makes it even funnier.
No I won't stop saying the word "funny" because that's what it is.
That and a pure brilliant read.
Bravo, anon. Bra~vo.
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“Romano! Are you sure you don’t remember?”
“Yes.”
“…are you sure now?”
“YesThis cycle had been on repeat for the past two hours, stopping only when Romano’s three visitors had left to get some sleep. At least, that was what he had thought they were going to do… until the one who said he was “The Kingdom of Spain! Don’t you remember?” had come back at midnight, towing a large suspicious sack behind him ( ... )
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“Holy shit, what do you think you’re doing?!” It was Spain. Of course it was Spain. Had he even left during the night?
“Good morning to you too, Romano.”
“Why do you keep saying that?”
“What?” Romano wasn’t sure anymore whether Spain’s default mode was ‘hopeful’ or ‘confused’.
“Romano.”
“No, no. I’m Spain. Sppppppaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiinnnnnn. You’re Romano, Romano.” That’s it, he had decided. Spain’s default mode wasn’t ‘hopeful’ and it wasn’t ‘confused’ either: it was just plain stupid“…I’ll speak slowly for you, so you can understand. Why do you keep ending every sentence with the word ‘Romano ( ... )
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Wait.
Where was that rustling coming from?
Romano would later swear that the noise he made was a manly grunt of surprise, and not the high pitched squeal of terror produced only by awkward teenage boys whose little sisters have saved over every ‘Call of Duty’ slot in the Wii, in order to make room for ‘My Ballet Studio.’ Spain didn’t notice the noise, so there was no one to challenge Romano’s claim, except for every other person with functional hearing within a two kilometer radius of the hospital.
“Did you know how hard it is to get pants off and tights on when you’re trapped underneath a bed?”
“Never. Do that. Again.“What was that, Romano ( ... )
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Spain pressed something else into Romano’s hands. “Here, Romano. This goes with it. There’s supposed to be a headscarf, too, but Veneziano couldn’t find it. It must have been misplaced over the years.” Spain stepped back, and proudly surveyed the half-country on the bed. He really looked like something was supposed to happen now.
“A little girl’s dress and apron? How are these supposed to be important to me? Do I have a sister you didn’t tell me about? A daughter?”
A flash of something crossed Spain’s face. “No, you don’t have a sister. And no children that I’m aware of, although after you left me, you didn’t visit for a really long time. So I suppose it’s ( ... )
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Spain. SO. ADORABLE. I swear to god, Spain is the cutest character EVER. I hope he goes through a bit more hell for the sake of returning Romano's memories so that when he DOES remember, he'll have to make it up to Spaaaain <3
ROCK ON ANON. BECAUSE SHITTTT I love this fic to bits I could eat it and swallow it whole and kiss it and tuck it into bed and tell it nursery rhymes D:
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