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The sound of the clock tower’s gears
is the proof of her existence
so that the second hand doesn’t stop
it’s "my" duty to watch over it.

The echoes of the church's bells spread all through the area, letting the citizens know the time. Antonio sat quietly on the steps on one of the many grand churches in the area. His brown hair curled in several area and his green eyes watched the red head Italian, welcoming people to the church. Without a word to anyone, he nibbled on the tomato he had brought along with him. It had gotten bitter over the days lately.

"Ve~ Spain-nii-chan, look what Germany gave me the other day! I forgot to show it to you!" Feliciano said as he skipped over to the Spaniard watching him. The young Italian bounced happily in his priest outfit. He held up a wrist watch to Antonio to let him see the delicate handy work the German had done to the watch.

"It's very nice, Ita-chan! He must have down a lot of work on it for you!" Antonio said happily as he watched the boy bounce with joy at the thought. He wordlessly watched him run into the church before glancing at his own watch. He heaved a heavy sigh as he turned the dial, starting the watch back up and getting to his feet to explore some of the area some more.

The former master was the incarnation of greed
Someday, his own sins would
Bring destruction upon himself
Why didn’t he realize is sooner?

There were so many ruins. They seemed to line this region of the Italy. He let out a sigh as he realized that many more things were lining it too. Though only his imagination made him hear the rude comments of the elder Italian brother. He tried to put off those thoughts as he looked at what was blocking the shadow. Here was the place that once the great Roman Empire stood. Here was also where...

He tossed the tomato away, only managing to eat half of it. It was just so bitter now. Why was that? He turned his gaze back up at the ruins. Rome had been the strongest empire he had known. He had lost to nations before but none had actually come before him and proved to be such a grand thing. Had his greed, his desire for more brought him to this ending though. Had no one seen the foreshadowing? Too much of a good thing was bound to kill you one day.

Now left on half of her body
is the scars of an ugly burn
It carves those memories of ours

Antonio let a frown cross his features. The smell of pasta and pizza - it was the smell of Italian cosine. He shook his head as he tried to keep from getting depressed again. It slowly morphed into a small, sad smile though as he looked over the place. He soon turned on his feet, continuing his journey. He had no say in where he was going. He just wanted to continue to move. He felt like if he stopped, everything would end.

Another ruin? How many of the grave reminders lined the south? They were like scars of what had happened. They were wonders to the humans passing him by on vacation but Antonio just saw a grave site of a nation he once had seen and met, once thought of as a father or model. And why had he never realized that there were so many scars on this peninsula country?

A lonely man: the “collector”
Just before he died he built
A small, small theater
There was only one film showing
A documentary that introduced his “collections”

"Haha! Aren't they cute? These are my grandchildren!" boomed the Roman.

"Si~ They remind me so much of you, Roman!" cheered the young teenager. His green eyes sparkled as he looked over the two young nations, both grandchildren to the large empire. They were beyond adorable and he couldn't keep himself from staring at their childish features. They were very young, very weak, very vulnerable. He couldn't help but wondering if the older man would be able to hand these children...

Losing their way again today
The pitiful visitors know nothing
They will soon be settling
In the stomach of “the Master of the Graveyard”

"Is it tourist season?" Antonio asked himself as he stepped aside for a group to take one too many pictures at the aging ruins of Rome. There were lots of groups in this area. Sure, he had explored this area countless times but now that the world was different, he was seeing things different. Half of the kingdom of the sun was clouded in a unmoving shadow. Still, he continued to move his legs as he looked over the people who stood in awe in the grave stone's shadow.

That “girl” has the precious leading part
Indulging in selfishness like always
While showing on her face, just a little,
The sadness of losing her “other half”

It had taken him a bit to remember his way back to the grand church but being in the area, he had not been able to miss it. It was something to behold. "Ita-chan~ Sorry I'm late! I was looking around! I haven't do that in awhile!" cheered the Spanish man as he walked up to join Feliciano. For a moment, he thought he saw the Italian wear a frown but when he looked up at Antonio, he grinned happily.

"Ne, Spain, did you have fun? Oh! Germany said me he would come over to pick me up later!" the younger man informed him. Antonio nodded, happy for Feliciano for such a small thing like that. He was just glad that there was still a smile on the Italian's face and watching over him was the only thing he really could do then so be it. Even if his smiles were dull or fake, it was enough to see a real one sometimes.

The lonely man finished building it
Just before he died
A small theater deep in the forest
It was forgotten completely
Then the ringing sound begun
The clockwork’s lullaby

He stayed with Feliciano until the German arrived like he had said. Not a minute late either, Antonio noted. "Ita-chan! Here! Catch!" he shouted out before he was too far away. He had nearly forgotten that he had brought a second tomato just out of habit. The thought had occurred to him on exploration that Feli might like it. He was glad to see Ludwig catch it for the Italian who had nearly dropped it.

"Thanks Spain~" Feliciano shouted back as he skipped after the German.

"He's still so cute," Antonio sighed as he watched the two disappear. "Just like when Rome introduced them to me. They never outgrew it."

When that theater deep in the forest
Was forgotten by everyone,
The clockwork started to come alive
With an echoing singing voice
The “collectibles” are creating a
new story with their own hands

Antonio didn't know what to say. His mouth opened and closed several times in an attempt to say something, anything to them but he couldn't. He couldn't even remember who had delivered the news of Rome's death. So why was everyone just walking away? Leaving the to Italian brothers to mourn over their grandfather's death? They were all ignoring the poor boys' grief (the gender was still highly debated behind scenes). He himself couldn't figure out if he should step forward or follow everyone else out.

"C-cheer up, damnit!" sniffed the elder of the two.

"But grandpa!" the other continued to cry.

"It'll be no use to him for you sit around crying over him!"

"S-si...I guess you're right...Thank you nii-chan..."


“Blood stained scissors”
“Violet Sword”
Not yet waking, they wait day after day
When all songs are recited
It is believed that Utopia will be accomplished

"Being as awesome as I am, I think we should get Toni and go get some drinks, Francis! I can't stand waiting around all day with you! It's so borinnnnggg~" the Prussian whined as he pulled a chair up and looked at the French man across from him. He was getting irritated. The trio hadn't gone out to drink in awhile.

"Calm down, mon ami! I've tried calling him but he won't answer. He's probably on his way home," Francis replied as he worked on the mid-day meal, getting annoyed by his guest. He hadn't talked to Antonio in awhile either. It was strange. Usually any little problem led up to the man coming to him. He couldn't help but remember that most of those problems were caused by the Southern Italian too. He frowned. The poor heart broken man. "L'amour est plus durable," he said under his breath as he pulled more food out for the annoying ex-nation.

The hands of the clock stop
It signifies the end of she herself
The gears are broken and rusting
There is not much time remaining

The bed was a soft relief. His head had been spinning as emotions had overwhelmed it on the way back to Spain. He really wondered how long he could keep this up. Everyday he walked to Italy to check up on the Italian and walk back home felt like one day too many. Couldn't he just pause everything and not have to deal with the next day? It had gotten even worse when his tomatoes had gone through a bad harvest this year.

The decision was made
On the left side of my own chest
I quietly placed my hand and thrust in deeply…

Antonio slid his watch off from around his wrist and tossed it into the corner. That was it. He had kept it going for so long and have finally given up on it. He looked already at the tomato stained knife. He had been working on making dinner when he gave up on it. "The clock has been ruining for too long. Why do I keep rewinding it?" he sighed as he picked up the knife. "Yo lo amaba," he muttered as he closed his eyes.

He let out a gasp of pain as he feel to his knees, disregarding the vibrating phone in his left pocket. Blood was already covering his white t-shirt and the world was already fading from his eyes. Blackness coated everything like syrup and Antonio just let it and collapsed. His hand fell from the newly stained

In a small, small theater

"s**t, what did he do to himself? Come on Toni! Wake up!"

"Spain! Antonio! Come on, you can't die. Merci, Antonio. Gilbert, go call an ambulance! There's a faint heartbeat but it's very weak! Merci!"

while he was alive

"S-spain! Don't die! A-already I lost...Don't die! Please don't! I'll do anything! Don't! Why?"

"Italy...come on, the doctors said he needs his rest."

"G-germany! Why would he have done this? He was always so happy it seemed! He can't die too! Already too many people have died around me! Spain! If you can hear me, don't give up! Please don't!"

What he loved the most was a

The words just seemed to morph into the endless whiteness. The pain finally dulled and he could feel himself begin to move. First his fingers and then his toes. His body was slowly recovering from the numbness of what felt like eternity. His eyes slid open slowly to adjust to the blinding white wolrd around him.

"A-Antonio? What the hell are you doing here, ******** tomato b*****d? Don't tell me you tried to kill yourself, idiot!" screetched a familiar voice. Details slowly put themselves together to make the outline of a person. Antonio's eyes grew wide and his lips curled up before jumping to his feet - regretting it as the world spun quickly around him - and wrapped his hands around the person.

“Clockwork puppet"

"Lovino! It's you! I missed you so much!" Antonio cried clinging onto the other, not listening to complaints or demands from the other, only letting tears roll down his face. They had been held in for a long time but he was finally here.

that acted as the director

"What ******** are you talking about b*****d?! I only left to get one of your tomatoes are of your garden and now you're going on about this stuff! Get yourself together, we got a meeting to go to!" Lovino said finally as he pushed the other off of him, looking over the surprised Spaniard. Lovino huffed as he crossed his arms and shook his head. "Not everyone is going to be there. Some are still trying to figure out where the damn place is and how to get there while others aren't ready I guess...But don't get any bright ideas! I've only been to one and they're boring as hell! It feels like I'm cursed to be a nation forever damnit!"

"Que? There's meetings here too?! Lovi~ Who all is here? Who has arrived?" Antonio said, barely letting down on the questions on the journey to the large doors. Lovino pulled them open for Antonio as he stood there in the door way as Antonio looked over everyone that was there. "Potato b*****d is here too," he heard Lovino growl as he looked at all the people. One after another, nations slowly entered the room trickling in until it was time to start. Antonio still couldn't get a grasp on the place but that didn't matter. They were all together again as if fate denied a separation from any of these strange personifications.




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