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a Dios le pido

Title: A Dios Le Pido
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Characters: Spain (Antonio Fernandez Carriedo), South Italy (Lovino Vargas
Genre: Drama, Angst
Rating: Red
Warnings: not for delicate stomachs, the slight Shonen
Word Count: 2297
Notes: Set during the English colonization of South America , the Spaniards were so bloody precolombiali with the natives, enslaving and exploiting them by hitting them with treason, which the Incas preferred to self-destruction, suicide and abortion, rather than eliminate the settlers themselves. For
nee-chan reikohime , because had they promise * chu *



Roman Empire had long since abandoned the broom with which he used to sweep the corridors of the enormous palace of Spain.

What was cleaning a house whose owner was not there? Dust furniture that no one used, care for plants that no one looked at the bright flowers of many colors.

He sat puffing on the railing of the huge terrace overlooking the sea in the Balearics. The sky was so clear he could see in the distance the ships entering the port of Barcelona, and looked absorbed in the infinite sky and the evil of the three islands surrounded by seagulls.

was not a child who felt regret, or nostalgia. Or at least they gave him to see. In fact, he sighed, knowing that all the merchant ships came mostly from the ports of Genoa and its surroundings. Heck, that's anger rose in my body when I think that hated the fact that only the sea, along with the beloved Mediterranean, separated him from his beloved brother.

Had it been able to swim he would, but to embrace Feliciano, who certainly was whiner, stupid and whatnot, but he was the person she loved most in the world.

could escape, one to hinder you? Embarking on the first direct bagnarola in Naples, and never return to that building so hated English. Anthony was not there, had gone nowhere, in that unknown world called America. Months that were not done live, and look after his house was left alone Lovin, who not only had to perform the tasks that Spain had left open leaving for the New World, but also had to take care of your own home, could not leave Sicily and Naples defenseless and leaderless, with the guidance of a child, albeit stubborn, could carry half of a nation.

But it did not move from there.

Certainly not moved a muscle to keep bright the home of English, a symbol of stubbornness that was only his prerogative.

But in the end, very basically, the fact that Anthony had not yet returned from the Americas worried him to death. And if not come back? What would become of him? It would have been free? It would be returned to his beloved country? He did not know, and no certainty he would not have been given until Anthony reported her thighs in Barcelona.

A slight breeze ruffled the hair kept fairly ordered by the handkerchief he wore. He snorted again, more I was in that country more hated every single stone.

Again, the idea of the board flashed in his mind, and the temptation to go home became more alive.

Every day delayed, but that this time could be the right time.

was determined and fearless than ever; "now or never," he cried to himself.

took a bundle in his few belongings throw him into the bulk, with a frenzy that had all been thrown into chaos. He was eager to review its oranges, its Sea, its islands, best friends, brother ...!

and if Spain had come back ... or in other words, who cares that bastard!

He wondered why he had not packed my bags before.

" Freedom here I come!" Exclaimed enthusiastically relishing in all respects at the time. And it would be a leap to the port immediately.

not locked any door, did not bother to leave any warning or ticket to Antonio.

was so happy, he had never felt so vivo since Spain had taken him away, mistaking him for Feliciano.

But it was a fleeting happiness, it would not last long, as the beating of wings.

enormous garden which gave the input of the building was a carriage. Lovino a carriage could be seen by a huge glass and that was very familiar, too.

Puzzled and disappointed cursed by throwing away the bundle, far into the hall with all the strength he had in his little body. And it shattered her last hope of returning home.

Spain came out the carriage, and South Italy became huge find in front of main gate with his arms folded and pouting face.

Antonio seemed to him now ... wasted.

had lost weight, and it was a strange olive skin, a symptom perhaps of seasickness. He was holding his forehead with one hand and the smile that distinguished him, cheerful and happy disposition, seemed off.

Lovino gave no show of its concern, even kept his hatred of the nation's largest.

" You can find out where you were not even make news? And I had to take care of your stupid home at night and day! "

Antonio gave no weight to the complaints that were addressed, was visibly tired and exhausted and he just simply to give a mild pat on the head of southern Italy and then go past it and head towards the huge Velvet sofa of her living room.

Roman followed, a bit 'out of curiosity, a bit' to continue to bombard us with his criticism, and lay down on a chair beside him.

There was something different in Spain, and as yet little-known him for nearly fifty years there were few of the felt-Nations that something was wrong.

Spain had already gone several times in the Americas. And each time he returned showing smiles and tomatoes to a scene similar to the previous one, rejoicing Lovino a somewhat 'altered.

Always with the hand that covered his face, the depression of English was almost palpable, Antonio for the first time in almost ten minutes he spoke.

" Fetch me the Sangria, the good" orders without any emotion in his voice.

Romano still cursed to himself, but preferred silent; Antonio did not seem in a suitable condition to support his cry of disappointment.

ran quickly to the cellars, in obedience to the orders for the first time in Spain without reply, took the wine we liked so much and returned to Antonio on the road leading back to the living room.

He felt a strange noise in the air. More than a noise was a real sound, almost a lament that echoed through the halls of the palace. He swallowed. Except he and the other there were no other nation in the place, because Anthony would rather not have other servants who were around except South Italy. The latter shook his head violently to chase away the silly idea that there was a ghost of some defunct Hapsburg who traveled home.

was absurd and inconceivable, hell, and had to stop shaking, he did not give the idea that Antonio was a wimp.

"Here your crap, eat tomatoes treason" said annoyed entered the room.

It was then that he saw the source of the strange noise he had heard just before, and knew what was happening.

was shocked to see the painful scene, and almost could not believe his eyes, but Antonio, the good-natured guy who did nothing but laugh and be carefree, she was crying.

Although still held his hand to cover her face Romano could see the tears running down her cheek an abundance of Spain, abandoning himself to sobs liberators.

did not understand what was going on, everything was happening too fast for the small nation, but he knew what he needed was the mangiapomodori only his bloody Sangria and a shoulder to cry on.

He poured the wine into the chalice and gave it to him, approaching him.

" On Spain! What's the matter? Not like you whine like that, you're probably scraped a knee, you bastard? "Snapped seeing Antonio continued to cry like a baby.

English Suddenly he girded him by the shoulders and shook him, leaving the Italian even more puzzled. He felt his cheeks wet Antonio bathe his suit and muted warm breath against his chest, his fingers tighten on her apron hugging him even stronger.

There was no malice in that gesture, but Southern Italy still flushed, uncertain whether or not reciprocate that embrace to comfort him, trying to pull a bit 'spirits up, he hated to admit it even to himself, but see Spain in this terrible state's heartbreaking.

" Anto, do you know that you?" Asked unable to hide an embarrassed and annoyed tone.

" I killed them all ..." He murmured on Antonio's chest. "I've killed, Lovina. I killed women, children, the sick, the elderly ... I killed them all! "

Roman trembled. Do not believe it.

Spain could be a bastard, a profiteer, a usurper, a mangiapomodori a betrayal or whatever's on your mind, but not a murderess.

" I hit them by surprise, I have enslaved, condemned and taken prisoner, I have deprived of their existence! Cortés said that it was right, but even though I knew it was wrong ... I continued and I continued, still ... more ... I killed them Lovino, everybody! "Antonio shouted venting his hatred of himself shaking more violently Italy towards self-indulging in hysterical tears. The Italian on the other hand did not know how to bring it up, he did not know what to say. He was desperate, Spain, Italy and South was only a child. However, during the Sicilian Vespers, the Spaniards had given proof of his small force, was still too immature to think about death like that. He had already been put in contact with dead and murderers, and several times he had seen the Spaniards, the French kill without hesitation. But never Lovino was placed in front of a murderess, especially if the murderer in question was Spain did not know what to say.

had to console him because he had killed the people? Okay he was sorry, but with words that tell you ... which was to tell him then?

" I hear, Lovin ..." Antonio broke the silence that had fallen into the room, a silence thinking only muffled sobs of English.

" I hear their cries of pain when I sleep. The nightmares beset me, I still see the faces of dead Indians, I see the suffering of women who abort children not to create slaves of Spain. I see the glazed eyes of the Maya who hanged themselves to avoid being killed by me. And one by one I see the eyes of those who kill and hear their desperate cries ... "

" Why did you do?" Romano said without emotion. Imagine the scenes that Antonio had just described had earned him a quick retch that it had decided to withhold.

Spain loosened his grip on the small Italian and stared at him with her emerald eyes wet with tears.

" At first I just wanted ... ensure the new territories and give power to my nation. I wanted to ... take over the world that we had discovered before that idiot Portugal ... "

" was a race between you and him? A another of your stupid competition between brothers? "

" Once yes ... "Anthony admitted his drinking Sangria directly from the bottle.

" But then things have gotten out of hand. The power led me to become more selfish, to have it all for me. Gold, precious stones, tomatoes, vegetables, territories ... power has made me blind, I did not understand that those people were just like you and me ... capable of feelings: love, joy, pain, suffering. And I was so blind not to see them die of starvation, disease, killed, murdered those people helpless had become a drug! It was horrible, Lovin ... and I have allowed all this, I have them killed, I have them extinct ... soy un monstruo que no merece el Perdón "

Romano still did not know what to say. He was not present, that he had relied only on that very poor and rambling story could not judge a monster. Had it been a simpler situation probably would have made fun of. But it was a sensitive issue and had to act with tact, he understood that he was a child.

She took them to him and squeezed his cheeks with his fingers, making moan of pain as soon as Spain, and then gave him a sweet and innocent consoling kiss on the forehead.

" I do not consider you a monster ... a bastard, yes, but not a monster "

Antonio smiled imperceptibly, taking the hand of the skin of the wrist Lovino returning the kiss, letting a tear yet another" I know, Lovina. But I have too much guilt for peaceful sleep at night ... perhaps better than the face over it now "Southern Italy pulled a violent blow that made him dizzy for a while 'just heard the words" Stop! A great big nation like you should not even think of dying! You know you should do instead? Committed to detox from this drug, become better, the return of Antonio Fernandez Carriedo forever! Why is Spain and cheerful sun that its inhabitants enjoy! Move those cheeks, smile again! Kill not bring to life the people you killed, and no one will accuse you of some stupid English, so you conquistadores have known here. Continues to live and look for a way to atone for your sins "

The small Roman Empire, when it was put, was much wiser than he ever gave to see, and was almost to worship for Spain if not for the fact that it ended that speech to his feet with a kick in the shins.

Rise pleased hiding a grimace of pain, raising the handkerchief from her head to give him Lovino affectionate caresses of gratitude.

would no longer be the Spain of all time, this was true, but at least thanks to Romano, a ray of sunshine in the darkness, she could keep smiling oblivious to his people for a while 'time, provided that the child remain in the Italian side.

certainly could not forget how much blood had spread among the Native Americans, the terror and anguish, but he could rectify his mistakes and, as he had recommended Lovina, one day he would atone for his sin greater .

deserved to go to hell, it was clear and he knew it, but close enough to have Romano until that day and the most terrible punishment would be sweet if combined smile at the memory of the Italian.