“Si può tenere un segreto?”
Germany’s response is a low hum and Italy runs smooth fingers over his jawline. Oddly enough, even though they don’t speak as often as they could, especially with the economy as it is, Germany’s disparaging looks over Italy’s leaders and decisions make it hard to be as wildly romantically in love as they had been in the last century. But when they are together they don’t speak much. Italy is tired because his economy has rendered him with a perpetual feeling of the beginnings of a bad bout of flu, and Germany is just tired from running about and trying to fix everything even though they both know he can’t.
“… I’ll try.” The taller man answers in his native tongue, bending his head a bit towards the lithe fingers touching his face. “What is it, Feliciano?”
Human names are for humans, and neither of them are, but for them it is quite like an existential experience and they become alone in the world, nothing but silence and sunlight between them.
“I’m glad you came back to me.” Once the secret is out, he realizes immediately Germany has not heard it, having fallen asleep in the grass where they lay. He crawls forward, a little awkward and clumsy and presses his nose into the soft short hair framing Germany’s ear. “So glad.”
He falls asleep next to him, his joints aching just a bit. Before he falls away he feels Germany’s fingers curl around the arm pressed into the blond man’s side. He does not feel him gather Italy up into his arms and kiss his hair and say: “Ich werde dein Geheimnis und werde ich nie vergessen.”
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(( I speak virtually no Italian and very little German so if I made any lingual mistakes please speak up! It was more for artistic license anyway, the gratuitous use of foreign languages. I usually keep it to petnames.
I figure at some point Germany has realized who he once was without telling Italy, in order not to freak him out. Germany and Italy’s relations are slightly turbulent so I think in the here and now their relationship would be slightly more subdued than it was in the twentieth century. Kind of like a married couple in their midlife. Enjoy! ))
Just - just read. Oh God this is beautiful.
