FMA Hetalia crossover part 1!!
Romano had always hated the rain. He hated how sky turned grey like ash and air the cooled to levels that were always just a bit too cold for whatever he was wearing. He hated how desolate the streets got, all of the people having retreated inside to avoid this god-forsaken weather. But most of all, he loathed how the rain drudged up old memories he’d rather forget.
As he trudged down the street Romano frowned as memories resurfaced. Memories of darker times, of wars fought and battles lost. He remembered pain, the pain that came with being a nation. The kind of pain that had an impact on everyone, though in different ways.
But as the years went on and the most bloody wars faded from his memory he found himself hating the rain less. Romano couldn’t pinpoint exactly when it was that the shift had started, but he knew who had caused it.
It was a few years after WW2 had ended that Romano had finally gotten a chance to see Belgium. There had been a meeting in Brussels, but his brother had been feeling a bit sick so he had gone in his stead. It was raining and for once Romano was early so he had gone outside for a smoke break.
As he inhaled a deep breath, the smoke calming his jittery nerves, he heard the door open and shut. He didn’t care to look to see who it was so Romano was surprised when the person stopped to stand next to him and light a cigarette as well. Lifting up his umbrella, Romano’s heart skipped a beat as he saw the image of Belgium, looking tired from a long day, but still just as beautiful, no, even more beautiful than she had been when he had been young.
She had aged in the years since they had seen each other. The war had left its mark, on the land and on her. Though flowers and crops were now growing in the fields that had been torn apart by war, the scars still remained in the hearts of the people and buildings still yet to be repaired or rebuilt.
Romano felt a pang of guilt. Sure he had been a part of the resistance to remove the Nazis and Fascists from power by the end of the war, but his country- he had been a part of the Axis. A part of the group that had done this to her.
The pouring of the rain was the only thing to be heard for a while as Romano struggled to come up with words. He had to say something. He took another drag from his cigarette when his thoughts were interrupted.
"I don’t like the rain."
Surprised, Romano turned his head to see her gazing back at him. She smiled.
"Or at least I didn’t for a long time. But when you’re a country that gets as much rain as I do, its hard to ever truly hate it. Not when its what nourishes the flowers and trees and fields and brings back life to what was once dead."
Romano falters, finally plucking up the courage to say something. ”Belgium, I…” There’s an awkward pause. ”I’m sorry. For… for everything. Everything that happened to you.” Romano’s hands tightened, afraid to look her in the eyes and see any trace of hatred. But to his relief no words of hatred came, only her hand easing its way to his, linking their fingers together, and giving his hand a squeeze.
"Thank you. I don’t blame you, you know. I never did. But still, thank you. I really appreciate it."
Romano looked up to see her face serene and warm. She leaned up just then, and kissed him on the cheek. When his face flushed bright red Belgium laughed and squeezed his hand again.
"Just like when you were a kid!" she giggled again at the memory before continuing, "I missed you, during the war. We should get together sometime and be friends again, like we used to before this whole mess."
Romano found himself smiling for what felt like the first time in years. Sure times were hard and would continue to be hard. But, he felt he had finally found something to brighten up even the darkest of rainy days.