Post by Southern Italy on Feb 9, 2017 9:06:48 GMT -7
All throughout his own outburst of yelling at the younger brother, Lovino did not stop to consider his own stance when he saw Feliciano bow his head slightly. The shadow from the sun helmet covered the eyes that were to hold the expression, that Lovino honestly wasn't sure if the younger was listening at this point or just blocking out his voice. That was when he just stopped yelling, breathing out a small few quick but rapid breaths from his own outburst. He could feel his heart beating wildly in his chest from the pure adrenaline, as anger over the very mention of both Nonno and Antonio were brought up in a place Lovino rather not hear them in.
There was a minute of silence, where the two said nothing and didn't move. Lovino studied his brother's expression, or what was visible of it, from just the nose and below with what the sun helmet allowed. He wasn't sure if his brother was holding a poker face as he usually did before he would suddenly start laughing like a maniac again, or if he was genuinely upset. The minute seemed to feel more like an hour for the elder brother as he kept his gun aimed at his brother's head, his hands trembling in what he wasn't sure was rage or fear. At this point, it could've been either, or both. He gulped back a bit of saliva when the longest minute passed and the silence was finally broken with his brother's disturbing voice. One that he wasn't used to hearing.
The apology confused Lovino, and he couldn't help but to let his guard down at it. He almost wanted to ask if he heard the other right, and if so why it was spoken in such dark tone but... There was no time for questions. As soon as the elder Italian lowered his gun at the slightest, Feliciano raised his own and fired, aiming straight for his legs.
And, almost instantly after, a cry of pain filled the brothers' separate atmosphere and Lovino crippled down to the ground. The gun he held dropped beside him, and blood pooled under his fallen body, pouring out the holes on his legs created by the fired bullets. Each leg got their own share of pain, as the elder Italian sobbed on the ground in agony he could already tell it was a given the bones were broken at the very least. He tried to move the injured limbs but they didn't cooperate, also now sending fear up the Southern Italian's body along as well. He almost was too afraid to even look back to check if they were still intact with himself in the first place.
"Y-... You bastard...!! Cazzo...!!" All he could do was bark out insults, doing everything he can to try and distract himself from his own agony. It was far from successful, but it certainly helped put his focus on his brother, which he couldn't be more thankful for at the moment. The last thing he wanted to do was take his eyes off the very man who shot him down. "What the fuck!!?"
Post by Northern Italy on Feb 10, 2017 5:04:33 GMT -7
He walked toward their crippled brother with no sympathy whatsoever. He only watched as his elder brother sobbed in pain, yet Feliciano didn't feel ashamed, embarrassed or saddened, he only felt indescribable rage. Had Lovino's aim been more to the left, Feliciano would be dead and it would take days to return back to life. Days wasted just to revive from Lovino's shot, unfortunately for the Southern Italian, luck wasn't on his side. To be honest Lovino should be thanking Feliciano that he let him live, then again... After this attack Lovino may beg Feliciano to kill him.
Upon reaching the seriously wounded Lovino, he kicked the rifle away from his brother's reach. That was the last thing Feliciano wanted Lovino to possess at the moment. The younger brother had his concerns with Lovino using a firearm before they had even set off down the valley, he had clearly been right. He felt angry that Lovino would even dare going there, the fact that this was at the mere mention of Nonno and Antonio only amplified his rage.
Seeing his brother ailing so terribly didn't seem to change Feliciano's feelings towards him, the Northern Italian was content in watching Lovino suffer. Squatting in front of Lovino, he only looked at him, but not as he usually did, the expression on his face was the last thing you would expect from someone like Feliciano Vargas.
This time the demon wasn't laughing or smiling it had decided to remove the facade of kindness and happiness that was usually seen. Now, what was now replaced on the Italian's face was an empty expression accompanied with soulless, cold and unfeeling eyes...
Feliciano slapped Lovino hard, he had enough of the idiot talking...
"Shut up..."
It was barely above a whisper. This time, one couldn't hear any life attached to the words, the tone sounded empty, dreamy, haunting and dead to the unfortunate listener. He didn't shout, he didn't scream, he only watched as Lovino was in absolute agony. Pulling out his Blackshirt knife he stared at the blade a little, before looking at Lovino once more, maintaining the tone of a cold and empty soul.
"Lovino~ listen. I've grown tired of your bullshit. I have had to deal with you as a weight to me... You have only ever brought me sadness and inconvenience throughout my entire life, from when I was young till now... Always angry, never happy... You seemed to have some sort of grudge against me, even when I tried to get along with you~... I will tell you the truth now. Mussolini is the only man preventing me from killing you... That's if you don't conform with the government's orders~."
Suddenly, he struck the knife in the dirt... A few centimeters away from his brother's head.
Post by Southern Italy on Feb 10, 2017 7:57:50 GMT -7
Lovino tried to keep his focus solely on his brother as he was approached by him, his insults still pouring out his mouth in mainly name calling. He couldn't believe his brother would actually shoot him, and not kill him right away, to be completely honest. That would've been so much easier on both parties. Once he saw his brother was close enough, Lovino reached for his own weapon when it was kicked out his reach, making his eyes widen in horror. His outstretched hand dropped to the ground before he turned his attention back onto those cold eyes.
He continued to try and bark up constant insults along with demands to try and regain control of the situation despite his current state, unable to move away without the possibility of shrieking out in pain and most likely passing out in the spot. The tears ran down his cheeks, pain shooting up his entire body from his immobilized legs, but he continued to try. That is, until he was silenced with a sharp yelp once he was slapped hard, quickly bringing one hand to the side of his face and biting his lip in pain. The two words spoken in a volume just above a whisper made Lovino do just as told, as he trembled visibly and brought his own hazel eyes to search for any emotion in his brother's own hues.
Those were easily taken off the search however when instead, the glimpse of a knife caught his vision instead, and his eyes locked onto the weapon instead. Survival instincts didn't let the elder Italian pull his gaze away from it, as he was forced to listen to the demonic voice very different from his brother's usual cheery happy-go-lucky tone. If the spoken tone wasn't enough to send chills up and down his spine along with the agonizing pain, the words definitely did the trick, as he tightened his hands into fists in anger.
"That's supposed to make me somehow appreciate the clown? I--CHIGI!!?"
His sentence was abruptly cut off when the knife suddenly was flung down and struck into the ground next to his head, his entire body freezing at that alone. It was past the point of shaking in terror, what Feliciano was met with was pure horror flickering in his eyes, his face paling at the very thought of having had the possibility of being killed right at that second. With such state of mind, the words spoken continuously in the same tone, this time in their native tongue, only seemed just that much louder despite it having not raised in the volume itself.
"...S-... Si..." He muttered back shakily after a moment to take a frightened gulp between his still pained weeps. The hand that was balled into a fist was brought forward however, and he tried to grasp at the knife's handle, afraid of it now and not wanting his brother to have full control of the weapon without any sort of resistance from his own end. Lovino couldn't trust him to not pull up the knife now and just bring it right down to the back of his neck; he couldn't move away even if Feliciano would be a sadist enough to even offer him a chance to move out in time of the stabbing blow. It was not worth the risk. "...Si.... M-Mi dispiace..."
Post by Northern Italy on Feb 10, 2017 23:14:44 GMT -7
As Lovino tried to grasp at the knife's handle, Feliciano just pulled it up and brushed the dirt off the blade using the sleeve of his black MVSN military jacket before putting the knife away, just as his brother slowly but surely understood his situation.
His elder brother seemed to be even more frightened of him, Lovino showed that he was afraid, very afraid, as if he thought Feliciano was going to kill him. Unfortunately for Lovino, Feliciano wasn't too kind these days.
What made the whole scene worse was that Lovino seemed like he was on the edge of tears, pathetic, absolutely pathetic. Feliciano was told to look up to his elders within his family yet all of them were complete weaklings or idiots! Portugal was decadent, Spain was in shambles, France was a liar and a traitor and Lovino?
Lovino was probably all of them put together. Feliciano remained speaking in his empty, distorted and demonic tone as he stared down at the Southern Italian.
"It is good that you understand~ Remember Lovino, I formed our country, I lead our country... I run our country. The least you could do is show me respect for doing the job that the two of us should be doing~ Mussolini calls the shots and that is final... Now must I remind you again? Or must I jog your memory?"
Feliciano didn't expect Lovino to test him, already his brother had annoyed him today. He had been supposed to be leading the troops to crush the rebels, only to miss that because Lovino decided to take as long as possible, he had therefore failed Mussolini who had told him to lead the troops and give recommendations of whether to use the new tactics.
Without witnessing anything within the Italian ranks, Feliciano was going to turn out with nothing... Il Duce was not going to be happy whatsoever. All because of Lovino and his inability to do anything right.
At this point Feliciano was now convinced that unifying with Lovino was a mistake. He should have been independent himself and left Lovino to do whatever he wanted, ever since Feliciano had forced Lovino to become apart of Italy, all it had ever given to Feliciano was problems. He should have just liberated Northern Italy, it was the only useful part of the country in any case... But... Maybe there was another way? Feliciano could make Lovino strong... He knew how...
"Perhaps I have been too harsh....... I have always viewed you as someone lower than me, but we can change that~"
He gestured to the dead land and people that littered the earth behind him and showed Lovino.
"We eradicated the enemy, this could only be the start... We are capable of so much more together... We were left to fend for ourselves when Nonno died... Our country and people were disunited for over a thousand years. There is nothing left for us in this pointless world, so let us purge it to create... A New Roman Empire, so the Italian people may never be divided again... Will you join me, fratello?"
Last Edit: Feb 10, 2017 23:18:40 GMT -7 by Northern Italy
Post by Southern Italy on Feb 11, 2017 9:01:55 GMT -7
Lovino couldn't help but to whimper out pitifully when the knife was pulled up and out from his reach and tucked away, afraid of it being able to be used for future threats again now that it was back in the full posession of his brother's grasp. He was certain he was going to die whenever Feliciano would decide to give him the next blow, and that thought alone made him uselessly attempt to scoot away, crying out in pain as soon as he managed to slide himself back in the slightest, causing the pain in his legs to shoot up his body in reminder. And once Feliciano began speaking again, he had to resist the urge to use his hands to cover his ears; at this point, trying to not listen to the other would be a terrible idea, as much as he wished to block out the demonic tone present in Feliciano's voice.
So all he could do was bite his lip to hold himself back from retaliating when Feliciano stated he was the one that ran their country, and that Mussolini was the one that ordered them to do whatever task was required. He couldn't find himself nodding to that, especially at the part of them both having to obey what he still considered himself, a fucking joke of a leader. He still hated his boss, and how Feliciano always spoke proudly of him still puzzled him. Regardless however, he wasn't going to shake his head either or say anything negative of the said man at this moment, either. He was defiant, but he was not an idiot. Well... Not that big of one, at the very least.
He expected his brother to go on and on about how perfect their boss was, how he helped their people and was leading their empire to success but... What he heard instead was a sudden change in the games from the usual. Lovino couldn't help but to blink in confusion when his brother spoke of himself perhaps having been too harsh, and furrowed his brows, trying to stiffle his own sobs of pain.
"...What..."
Stopping himself seeing Feliciano gesture to the land behind him, Lovino couldn't help but to lower his eyes in an attempt to block his own vision of such sight. It was surely going to give him nightmares in the future, if not only for the scene itself of the destroyed land and the corpses that littered the area, then the very idea of it having been partly his doing as well that caused this in the first place. A dog-like whimper made his way in his chest until the corrupted Italian began speaking again.
And the spoken words left Lovino speechless. So many questions rose in the elder brother's mind, as did several needs to want to deny all that was being said. But... What caught his attention the most out of all, was the mention of creating a New Roman Empire. Immediately Lovino couldn't help but to think back to Nonno, how the man used to coddle him in his earliest days and provide him with all the love and care available at the time, at least, until Feliciano came into the picture. The very boy that took away his own grandfather was now suggesting they recreate what Nonno had all those years back. Needless to say, the thought of that alone upset Lovino.
Because of this, the answer did not come out right away as quickly as he would've wished. Even when he was asked if he would join the plan in itself, he glared up to Feliciano, regardless of his body still trembling pathetically like a leaf. "...And you're telling me that's supposed to suddenly make us 'equal'? I find that hard to believe. We were supposed to be equal in this as it already was, and you clearly can't keep up that promise alone... How the hell are you going to keep this one, if I were to say yes?"
Post by Northern Italy on Feb 12, 2017 23:40:00 GMT -7
The second his offer for equality between the two of them, at the cost of the lives of all nations of the world was uttered, Lovino was silent. Lovino seemed distracted, as if he was seeing something else, he didn't seem to realize that Feliciano had asked the question until he finally spoke up.
His response was disappointing, Feliciano thought that his brother, the coward he was would accept the idea. Yet here he was berating Feliciano on not making things equal right now, perhaps he would have to remind Lovino how things had worked these past few months...
"That may be true that we should have been equal now. Yet we were also supposed to work together, to help one another... Yet you decided to betray me, our leader and your entire country. That is why I am now tasked to lead everything. Your attempted betrayal has made me lose what little respect I had for you as my elder brother."
When he had heard of Lovino's betrayal, Feliciano had first denied it. His brother would never betray Italy or himself.... Yet when he was given files of evidence by OVRA, he was truly disgusted. Lovino Vargas would rather bring his own brother's downfall than provide the Italian people glory that they craved, who was the real corrupted one?
The elder brother who betrayed his people? Or the younger brother who proposes mass genocide to solve his problems?
Feliciano just waited, he was waiting for an answer. Was Lovino going to help create the New Roman Empire? Or was he going to get in Feliciano's way? He was interested to see what Lovino would do, because he knew Lovino was against the entire plan. The fact that he had just questioned Feliciano already showed the Northern Italian, that his brother didn't want any part in this... Yet he asked the question again....
"Let us do this again... Will you help me conquer this world or will you not?"
Post by Southern Italy on Feb 16, 2017 8:03:00 GMT -7
There was no way his brother would've been able to convince Lovino to join the plan that he came up with. The offer was truly disgusting, the expense of the simple equality between the two being too great. Sure there were nations Lovino himself didn't care too much about himself, either, but there were also those that he wanted to keep far from his brother's grasp. Antonio was one of them of course, with Spain having fallen into harsh times of his own. But not only him; there were others as well. Belgium, Netherlands, Albania, Greece, America... Just a few he wanted to keep safe, or at least, as unharmed as he possibly could, from his brother's sudden outbursts of anger. There were already a few in the said list that he knew he failed to provide help for, and he rather not let that list grow.
His head was so filled with said thoughts that, by the time his brother began speaking again, he had to lock his own gaze back upwards, unable to pull himself to sit even in his current state. His brother looked so much more intimidating when he couldn't bring himself to match the height of the other, and that alone both frightened and irritated Lovino.
"That may be true that we should have been equal now. Yet we were also supposed to work together, to help one another... Yet you decided to betray me, our leader and your entire country. That is why I am now tasked to lead everything. Your attempted betrayal has made me lose what little respect I had for you as my elder brother."
...Respect? As if he ever had that from the younger brother... It was all lost the moment that damned clown became their boss and his brother decided to bring him parading down the streets of Rome. Feliciano wanted to speak of betrayal, and here Lovino was, childishly almost wanted to return it with "You started it", as he would hear some say in playgrounds. But, for now, he bit his lip shut. This wasn't the time to be arguing with the other, when the said northern nation had the obvious upper hand.
"Glad to hear I disappoint you as always, then." He simply said back sarcastically, hissing out long breaths between the words as he tried to numb out the pain, or at least, to the best of his abilities. Completely ignoring it was at this point impossible. Really, hearing he himself had no respect from the younger was a given, there was no surprise on that end. Lovino knew that the moment Mussolini came into power. So when his brother decided to ask the question he already knew the answer to, he glared up to him once more and spat out the simple words, "Vaffanculo, fratellino. Sadly, I'm not as insane as you are."
Post by Northern Italy on Feb 17, 2017 5:03:30 GMT -7
His offer was fair and quite simply, one that could not be refused. Feliciano offered Lovino a chance to redeem himself, to try and rid himself of the mark of his plot, the brunette also offered to invade the whole world alongside his brother and to replace the former peoples with Italians. One Italian race, that would rule the entire world. Feliciano could see the beauty of the Italianized global population, all devoted to the Italian fatherland, it was a bright and beautiful dream. Southern Italy could be industrialized to be able to run itself, the Italian peninsula would once again be the center of the whole world, glorious domes, piazzas and great Italian works that magnificently covered the Earth's surface... This glorious future lay before them, if Lovino helped out and fully realized Italy's capability they could quite literally be unstoppable.
The brunette's intense brown eyes stared directly through the ailing Lovino. They shared the same intensity of an owl or even an eagle eyeing off its prey, when he stared at Lovino, Feliciano gave the impression that he was looking through the elder sibling. The corrupted one's figure was made even more intimidating with the burning and blackened earth behind him, the Italian force was now returning to them, however they were quite far away for the time being, the troops moved quite slowly, evidently celebrating their glorious victory as the brave but primitive Ethiopians fled for their lives. The Blackshirts hunted them like ferocious lions chasing frightened zebra, they relished in the slaughter. They shared Feliciano's views... Only the strong Italian people, united could form a great empire, anyone else deserved nothing more but death.
It was a moment before Lovino answered. The Corrupted One already knew the answer, he only wanted verbal confirmation from the weakling that dared defied him. For all he cared, the Southern Italian did not deserve to live, nor to be labelled as an Italian. Feliciano had been the one that formed the political entity known as the Kingdom of Italy. Lovino played next to no part in his glorious wars of unification, he was only a useless coward who opposed everything Feliciano had wanted for their people. The idiot had no ambition but only was content with his farm, his brother did not see the greater future for Italy.
Lovino's answer seemed to effect nature itself. Clouds covered the sky illuminating the valley's flames, the scene now seemed to be from hell itself, the flames glinted in The Corrupted One's eyes as he stood up. Rage? Could one even call it that? Feliciano's face fixed in a smile that would make grown men scream in fear... It was only made worse with the darkened sky, the cool air that blew and the dead that surrounded the Italians.
Feliciano walked behind Lovino... Mussolini had shortened the North Italian's leash by making it explicitly clear that he couldn't kill his elder brother... Mussolini really was a cruel man, wasn't he? The brunette would make sure he didn't kill the Southern Italian, Lovino would be screaming for The Corrupted One to do so...
The younger Italian stamped on Lovino's leg and soon dug his boot hard into the elder Italian's leg... He soon took his boot off the poor man's leg to give him a sharp kick to the ribs, Feliciano then brought his fist down onto Lovino's head. Cruel laughter soon, filled the valley...
It sounded sick, unnatural and even worse it sounded as though he was enjoying their little game...
"PERHAPS YOU HAVE FORGOTTEN YOUR PLACE? SINCE WHEN WERE YOU EVER IN CONTROL OF OUR NATION? YOUR REFUSAL HAS ONLY INDICATED TO ME YOUR IDIOCY... YOU DO NOT DESERVE TO BE CALLED AN ITALIAN NOR DO YOU DESERVE TO LIVE! IF YOU WILL NOT TAKE MY SIDE, YOU WILL GET OUT OF MY WAY... DEAD OR AT THE POINT OF DEATH!"
He was smiling... He relished this sick display of power. Calling him Feliciano Vargas was inaccurate, it was wrong... It would be an insult to the man who was now long dead. In his place taking his form stood a monster, a monster which saw only violence, hatred and next to no distinction from enemy and family. Years of Fascist indoctrination had brought them to the conclusion, that violence and war was the only thing that could bring change into this world. Lovino had rejected his offer? The use of force would be used to make sure the Southern Italian could join the state of corruption that poisoned the younger one's mind...
Was this the favorite grandson of Rome? Surely no one could favor such a monster?
The demon that wore the mask of Feliciano Vargas, walked into Lovino's view and continued...
"WE'LL DO THIS FOREVER WON'T WE? PRAY TO GOD FOR MERCY BROTHER... BECAUSE I WILL NOT~"
Last Edit: Feb 28, 2017 22:04:31 GMT -7 by Northern Italy
Post by Southern Italy on Feb 20, 2017 8:14:44 GMT -7
The younger Italian's offer to redeem himself was easily shot down. Lovino was not going to take such chance; even if he were to say yes now, the plans his brother hand in mind was far from something he'd be able to live up to agreement with. That, and, there were a few nations Lovino wanted to keep out of danger's way; out of Feliciano's grasp for power. He needed to make sure he held onto his own agenda for the sort to happen, and going along with the slaughter idea of the other nations for the sake of populating the world with the Italians was not something he was too keen on adding to the plans.
Despite so however, the way Feliciano stared down at him with such intimidation made the elder sibling give a small shiver of fear. He couldn't keep his eyes locked back up to the other. Pulling his own gaze back down to the ground, he showed clear submission if he were to be some sort of animal by lowering his head as well to avoid the fearful image put in front of himself.
The Italian force far away was none of his concern anymore. It wasn't like they had a chance to be defeated by the rebelling Ethiopians. Lovino knew their troops had the upper hand, that if wanted they could commit a massacre of all the population in the country. The Italian army was powerful, no doubt, to easily commit such horrendous acts. Sure, it may mean victory on their end, but the Southern Italian couldn't help but to worry for the well-being of the losing end.
And once he spat out his own response regarding the offer, Lovino's brows furrowed at the smile that stayed upon the once innocent features. The younger brother always had a smile on his face, for as long as Lovino could remember, but this was different. This was not the innocent grin that Feliciano wore since childhood, the same one that caused people to gush over him and treat him with candies and art supplies. The smile of a giggling and affectionate child that Nonno would roll over and fall into a mess over. No, this was one that Lovino had been seeing more often in the recent days. The smile of the devil. The background illustrated such image with a touch of horror, the blacks and greys making the smile stand out that much more. The eyes to pierce through him much more intensely.
He desperately tried to follow his brother's path of movement with his head, turning to glance over his shoulder in fear as the Devil walked behind him to his vulnerable legs. It was then that he was able to see that they were in fact still intact, thank god, and just how bloodied they were already laying on the dead land, spreading a pool of blood under and around. Only when he saw Feliciano raise his foot did he gasp, immediately figuring out what he was about to do. He tried to pull his leg away, but they were not listening to him one bit. Instead, for attempting to even control the destroyed limbs, more pain shot up his body.
"Don't--"
He couldn't get more than one word out before a scream was ripped from his throat in pain when the boot came down to stomp down. As the boot dug into the already severed leg, the elder brother's screams echoed around them, his arms desperately and instinctively trying to pull himself away from the assault. With his bones already broken from the gun wounds alone, he wasn't sure whether the stamp would've broken further or just make it worse, but he was already beginning to black out in pain. The only thing that woke him up from the possible chance of going unconscious was the foot that moved away from the crippled leg and to his ribs, making him gasp and yelp out like a wounded animal.
It was when he was attempting to curl up from the kick that he felt the hit on his head, making him cry out once again. His arms quickly were brought up to cover his head, only now moving to protect the most important part of his anatomy. He was already seeing black spots in his vision, though whether it was from the overall pain or from the fist on his head, he was unsure anymore. The arms stayed over his head as he gave weakened weeps from under them, flinching at the raised volume coming from his brother.
It was part of the shouts coming from his brother that made Lovino's eyes harden out of vision from him, under the limbs he was still able to control. He tried to not show it, but it stung, hard. It was the very topic he wanted to avoid if all possible; and if given the gun back, he would've possibly tried to shoot his brother once more despite all the simple miss of an aim brought upon him at the moment.
The devil then finally made his way back over in front of him, and Lovino couldn't help but to peek out from under his arms to glare up at him with his tearful vision. The fire of fight still burned in those irises, but he was not saying anything back anymore. Even when told to pray to God, he kept silent except for his deep breathing in attempts to stay conscious. Even if the demon in front of him prayed for God's mercy, Lovino doubted the man will answer from above any longer. No, this man was not Feliciano. It was a monster that forged himself as the once happy-go-lucky Italian.
And that alone was something that both terrified and angered Lovino at the same time.
Just focusing on staying awake, despite the waves of pain throughout his body and the dizziness that affected his vision, Lovino kept his eye on the other man. He had absolutely nothing to say.
Post by Northern Italy on Feb 22, 2017 23:42:47 GMT -7
Redemption of Lovino was impossible, the elder Italian refused to see logic in any form whatsoever. His elder brother refused to witness their nation become one of the most powerful and advanced nations on the planet, Lovino was an idiot content with just a pathetic and lonely existence. If his brother was going to get in the way of the advance of the Italian people, just to save the people of other nations, the corrupted Italian would have no problem putting his brother down, like the weakling Lovino was... The demon was amused, he had managed to silence his brother from spouting more words of complete idiocy.
Had they heard Lovino utter anything else against the government he would have been furious to the point of going to drastic measures, but his brother had had enough. If they pushed any further there was a real risk of Lovino dying, something he had explicitly been told not to do, they would obey Mussolini's order, but it was quite a shame all the same. Seeing the elder Italian going through that would have been quite funny.
He grew bored of Lovino's pitiful glaring and instead walked five meters from the other Italian and pulled out his binoculars to watch the force begin to return. Not a single Italian soldier had been killed, on the other hand the Eritreans suffered many casualties being the first wave of attacking troops, however unsurprisingly the casualties were fairly light, this could be a new strategy used in times of war to purge the enemy with terrifyingly efficient maneuvering.
Putting his binoculars away, the North Italian lit up a cigarette to calm himself down. If the demon didn't, he would be unable to stop himself from killing Lovino and that would be quite a lot of paperwork that the younger Italian had to fill out, paperwork he had no intention of doing. After a few minutes of smoking, Feliciano seemed to have returned to a passive yet steely cold state, he turned around to view Lovino before sitting down on a rock nearby facing the elder Italian.
"You'll need medical attention to make sure those wounds are not infected, a doctor should look to see if your bones are not broken... Furthermore I'll need to organize a wheelchair for you to be wheeled around... Lets try and get you what you need without arguing... Is this possible?"
Last Edit: Feb 22, 2017 23:44:12 GMT -7 by Northern Italy
Post by Southern Italy on Feb 26, 2017 7:19:42 GMT -7
Lovino was, to say the least, relived when the younger Italian stepped away from him. He took the time to lower his arms from their raised position to cover his head and buried his face into them, his body still unable to stop shaking. Though by this point, he was unsure whether it was from his sobs or from the waves of agony that rushed throughout his body. It hurt to even breathe, and the hiccups and quick gasps coming from the weeps were not helping him one bit. If anything, it made it worse as he dealt with it the best to his abilities.
Unlike his brother, the elder sibling had no desire in expanding the empire. He didn't want to have to be the one to put the other nations down; he didn't even have the confidence to run as top leader of said colonies they would gather. If he learnt anything from the Roman Empire's loss, it would've been that power could slip away as quickly as it was gained. His grandfather was just a prime example of such lesson to be taught. Some say he just disappeared, but the grandsons couldn't say it was anymore further than the truth. And while Lovino learnt that the small and calm life was the way to go, Feliciano... Or rather, this monster, seemed to have taken it a different way. That having the empire their grandfather once built was the way to go, and to once more raise in power was the answer to their past.
It was when the North Italian lit a cigarette that Lovino was able to breathe out a sigh of relief. It was over. The past few years, a puff of nicotine seemed to be the only way to get his brother to calm down. Hopefully the monster that disguised itself as Feliciano would disappear now and leave Lovino with the Italian he much preferred. Sure, it would never be the smiling, childish little brother that the South Italian learnt to deal with a while back, but it had to be much better than the demon that tormented him and saw pleasure in bringing him sorrow. The elder brother took the time to try and stop his sobs, his hands tightening into fists, fingers digging into the earth under. It wasn't until Feliciano returned and sat in front of him on a rock that he managed to pull his face up from his forearms.
"You'll need medical attention to make sure those wounds are not infected, a doctor should look to see if your bones are not broken... Furthermore I'll need to organize a wheelchair for you to be wheeled around... Lets try and get you what you need without arguing... Is this possible?"
"...S-...Si..."
He muttered out a simple yet shaky reply. He wasn't sure whether he was feeling relieved or frightened more at the tone his brother changed back to using. The hellish voice was gone, and instead the familiar ring wrapped the words spoken. He said nothing to accuse the other of the very injuries given to him; it was over with. He didn't want to bring it up and possibly also drag out the demon Feliciano managed to suppress for now. Broken bones were a definite in his legs, and he wasn't going to surprised if he cracked a rib or two from the kick that followed as well.
But with the injuries that already littered his skin in the form of bruises and cuts and occasional burns, Lovino was considerably numb to the additional wounds. Just another inconvenience, he chanted to himself.
"You're... Going to have to help me up... Or something, though."
Post by Northern Italy on Feb 28, 2017 23:24:44 GMT -7
To be honest Feliciano did learn as a child that a small and calm life was a life to follow. This lesson was one of the reasons he flat out rejected the Holy Roman Empire's offer to become an even stronger empire. However this lesson was challenged time and time again, when he was powerless to stop larger nations bullying his fragmented part of Italy.
Feliciano quickly learned from his time serving Austria, that the only way one could have peace was to obtain power and keep it by destroying all those who opposed you. Their grandfather had been an excellent example of this, he thrived and conquered, his only mistake was allowing his enemies to live outside of the empire's borders...
He looked at Lovino suffer on the ground. It didn't have to be this way, yet Lovino seemed to think that it was worth saving the lives of those who resisted Italian expansion, how disappointing. The younger Italian's expression changed from the innocent smile of a psychopath to a more tired look of disappointment, of course Lovino had to struggle and go against him, the Southern Italian deserved the evidently crushing pain that seemed to for the time being paralyze him. A small feeling seized the younger brother for some reason, something he had thought he had consumed using hatred and strength. Sorrow.
Feliciano found this odd, why did he feel sad that he had just made his brother suffer horribly? It was in self defense anyway. Perhaps the shred of what was left of the North Italian's soul that wasn't corrupted, screamed out against such savage violence against Lovino?
Whatever it was, Feliciano did not like this feeling, he would prefer to rid himself of such things and prefer to follow the rules that Mussolini had put in place without any emotional bias of the situation.
It finally seemed like Lovino would cooperate with him now. The elder Italian fortunately seemed to have no problem with Feliciano trying to help him. If only Lovino was this cooperative in other fields...
"Do you think you can wait until the troops come back so stretcher bearers can pick you up?"
The troops coming back from the killing fields would be of some use to solve this conundrum... Hopefully the elder Italian could wait patiently. Unless he wanted Feliciano to carry him? For some reason he felt this would only make Lovino's condition worse.
Post by Southern Italy on Mar 8, 2017 1:47:40 GMT -7
Unlike his brother, Lovino lived a life of what one may consider much more peaceful. Easier, in a sense. Sure, he faced hardships when his grandfather left him and took only the younger child along with him on his journey, and the days spent hiding from the stronger bully of nations was something the small nation cried in fear about every night behind the plain fields of his land, but it all took a turn once he was brought into captivity. Roderich didn't fancy him, and that was a painful fact his younger self was forced to swallow. But when Antonio came in and took him in he went from the weeping frightened boy sobbing himself to sleep to being treated like a golden child.
So while his brother suffered hardships living at Roderich's as a slaved maid, compared to such, he was very spoiled. Lovino was shown a relatively peaceful life under the Spaniard's care, learning how to manage his own farms and getting by day after day, one at a time, and finding happiness in the tiniest of events. Sure it was hard when Antonio would leave for months, sometimes even years to travel about, but even then he had Belgium and Netherlands to keep him company when lonely. Perhaps that was why he had grown weak to the idea of having to commit massacres, having to fight for the well being of his own people. Somebody else always took care of it for him, in his place. It was only recently that he was forced out of such protective state to unify with his brother as a single nation, only recently that he had to suddenly take care of everything without the assistance of a more experienced nation. He very much was a follower, not a leader.
Perhaps that was why when Feliciano started taking over the responsibilities, he was grateful. He didn't know how to do any of it on his own; heck he didn't even want to get independence from the Spaniard that took great care of him. He was content with his situation; Feliciano was the one that forced him out of it. It made sense, then, that the younger Italian was the one who had to manage most of the work, since Lovino himself never agreed to it, right...? It was only when Feliciano began to twist his own happy self strangely to this darkened monster that the elder brother started to worry for both their sake. He blamed it all on the clown leader of a boss they had currently.
The Southern Italian's whimpers were put to an halt when the innocent smile that frightened him morphed to what seemed to be more of a look of tired disappointment. He bit his lip to hold back any weak noises that dared to escape him, just trying to not act more weakened than needed in the current situation. It was already evident that Lovino was in serious pain, no need to exaggerate it further and cause more troubles between the two in the scene. He still couldn't believe he was paralyzed by his own brother, of all people. Sure he was the one who started the scene to begin with, but it all came sudden to him. The reality that, the younger Italian was capable of actually injuring him to the point he couldn't even move on his own, sunk in deep within the older nation's mind.
"Do you think you can wait until the troops come back so stretcher bearers can pick you up?"
Lovino nearly jumped when he was asked the question, the voice that returned to what he found more natural with his younger brother only scaring him further. It was one thing if he had continued to use that strange tone that seemed to speak from hell itself, but the sudden change that seemed to mask the boy's true emotions was something that put Lovino on edge. On one hand, he wanted to keep the tone at the same as it was at the moment. It meant clearly that Feliciano was not as angered as he was earlier (hopefully, he'd added on bitterly), and it meant for now, no pain would befall him further. For the moment, that was all that mattered. He wasn't sure he would be able to take any more, especially to his crippled limbs.
Realizing he had yet to answer his brother's inquiry, regarding the wait, Lovino gulped down a nervous lump in his throat and nodded briefly after. His throat felt dry, and Lovino was unsure whether it was from the fear, the nervousness, the real drought of the area, the smoke... What exactly caused it was a mystery.
"...I-.. I think so..." He responded, his voice cracking, still trying to stifle the natural sobs that threatened to escape him continuously. He himself was unsure of Feliciano carrying him, just as the Northern Italian seemed to question to himself. Being lifted by the other would possibly worsen his condition, and Lovino didn't want to be crippled more than necessary. So instead, he just buried his face into his arms and let out a deep sigh, trying to ignore the pain that continued throughout his body in waves. It hurt to simply breathe even, his chest protesting with the sharp pain with each inhale, only causing Lovino to further conclude himself that his ribs were most likely, definitely, cracked at the very least. He just wanted to go home, to down some painkillers and sleep in the soft bed. If he had his spirits up, the elder sibling may have even managed a curse word here and there towards Feliciano, but at the moment even that seemed too risky. He was back to just silently concentrating on not passing out. If pain wasn't going to do it alone, the bloodloss certainly would've helped out with it, as the crimson liquid continued to pour out from his legs and soak his uniform under, creating a puddle that only grew slowly.
Post by Northern Italy on Mar 15, 2017 23:42:37 GMT -7
Honestly, Lovino's fear of Feliciano was getting quite annoying. The elder Italian now seemed timid and frightened of every move he made, though given the circumstances this was probably going to be a likely outcome after being crippled. In any case, Feliciano felt like he was having fun playing this game with Lovino and yet now his brother had nothing to say, though he was naturally pleased with this development, Feliciano found joy in arguing with the Southern Italian, especially when knowing full well that Lovino was completely powerless to stop him.
For the moment the tension seemed to drop to a point where violence from this point would be quite unexpected. Lovino seemed scared that he would dish out more pain, a very amusing and honestly tempting choice, however despite the fact that he controlled Italy alone, Mussolini would be quite furious if Lovino would be further injured or killed. To be honest, the younger Italian debated killing Lovino, it was far more humane then letting his elder brother be wheeled around in a wheelchair, however that would only provide him with more trouble than he needed, this including, some questions of why Lovino was in a wheelchair by some family members.
His disappointing look did not falter as he waited for Lovino's answer, the contempt radiating from the brunette's eyes was so strong that it got Feliciano questioning how they could be related. The elder Italian's weakness was actually depressing, if only Lovino could become like him imagine how strong Italy could be? Unfortunately the idiot seemed to be absorbed with his farming and other useless ideas. What a disgrace.
"Good, we will wait."
The troops were now only a few meters away from their location, Feliciano whistled for a field medic to bundle up his brother in a stretcher and save him from dying. The last thing he needed was Lovino dying here, it could after all reflect badly on Feliciano if his brother winded up dead, it would also cause him a lot of paperwork to fill out, paperwork he had no intention of doing. He would have to tell Mussolini that Lovino's injuries were from... a friendly fire incident? The doctors would surely tell Mussolini that the bullets were Italian after all, Feliciano would make up something to make sure that his Boss understood of the situation then.
"Lovino you are lucky, here are some medics who have come to help you."
Last Edit: Mar 15, 2017 23:43:01 GMT -7 by Northern Italy
Post by Southern Italy on Mar 23, 2017 9:48:44 GMT -7
"Good, we will wait."
Relaxing his tensed muscles from the agonizing pain, Lovino couldn't help but lower his head fully when those simple words were spoken. He rested his head on the surface under, just attempting to ignore the dizziness that was taking over. At this point, the elder brother was more than happy to let his consciousness slip from his control. He just wanted to ignore everything around him, including the terrifying fact that his own sibling was the very one who caused his injuries. Unfortunately, before the Southern Italian managed to let himself slip away, he heard the loud whistle which made him groan and crack his eyes open once more from their closed states.
"Lovino you are lucky, here are some medics who have come to help you."
Lucky...? He wasn't sure whether or not that was the word appropriate for their current situation. Lovino let out a small hiss in response between his gritted teeth, his eyes glaring daggers to the Northern nation. If it wasn't for this bastard, he wouldn't even have to be in the care of the medics in the first place. If any other fact failed, that one stood clear. It was one Lovino was not going to just let go and forgive the other for, despite it being himself that started the commotion that resulted in his current situation. It would be rather interesting to see what the younger brother could come up with in terms of excuses to their boss regarding Lovino's injuries. Not that Lovino felt Mussolini would particularly care much of the state he was in, but it was still something knowing his sibling would be put through work that was more than necessary.
"I hate you."
The three words came out spitefully from the elder brother as the medics approached them. Whether they came from the truth or just out of anger was unknown even to the very speaker himself, but he felt no regret afterward. Perhaps adrenaline from the pain or the boiling irritation within him helped mask such emotion right now, but it was something that later on, would most likely make Lovino think back at his words and give it some deep introspection. For now, he was just grateful the medics seemed to catch on the command rather quickly and hurried their way over. At least somebody gave a damn about his injuries.