Title: B one of Attlee.
Chapter # 1
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sidhedcv Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Characters: France, Southern Italy, Northern Italy and several others.
Pairing (s): O kay, so far none.
Warnings: W hat If ; historical war! Fic, yaoi.
Written by: Bingo Italy II - prompt: Promise.
Vampirella (Fanfic_Italia) - prompt: Imprisonment.
Notes: 1. N on I want to write historical notes so yes, here's to you: Wars of Italy
2. O kay , the two beautiful little brothers are not two brats. Why? Why is my party-of-fic and so I decided I. And in 1500 must already be older, goddammit.
3. U n huge thanks to my El for help in French - LOL - and for moral support. So yes, this is for you ♥
Battle of one
had fallen in the garden of the Empire - that he would soon began to be called garden France, if all went as expected - were entered in the Piedmont and had conquered most of the north, almost without having to use weapons.
He had seen the Moro talk to his King, had assisted in the negotiations that led to the first secure possession of the city of Milan, and their dominion over the peninsula.
So now he brought with him - and behind the word was more accurate, in fact, given that Charles had insisted on it mounted on his horse - the young man smiling and noisy, despite the surroundings, and France could not be said to be regretted that his humor that could brighten up a bit 'all, including himself.
lacked the hard part, now, according to Charles, even though the kingdom of Naples was practically in their hands.
lacked the papacy, which was perhaps their greatest opponent, even when captured, along with - molesta - The Republic of Venice.
When he tried to ask a sincere - and how much would it be? - Opinion on this issue in Venice, he had replied, with his usual cheery smile, that his brother was just a little more rowdy him.
which meant, basically, that was really the hardest part.
Oh, but if Roman was like just a bit 'in Venice, it would be worth it.
Once in Florence, after days of walking, they were able to win with relative ease that city much-trumpeted in his homeland and even there they had stopped to give the army - and themselves - few days of rest.
France had been enchanted at the sight of the gigantic dome of Sainte Marie Fleur du and had insisted that someone - and that someone was finally Feliciano, who had decided to accompany him, as always - to explain to him word for word the story of that wonderful cathedral and, more generally, still did not know what that city.
He's almost offered at having to leave the city, now more than ever convinced that the definition of a garden there was something more than just the idea of an ornament, a precious jewel in the neck of a woman attractive enough to shine by itself.
Even without counting the legacy of the Roman Empire had left them - in some cases appeared to have been almost totally lost - the large number of artists, writers, poets and historians made the race even with the great personality ; of his country and how proud he was of his musicians and poets could not help but admit that the Italian artists exceeded them by far.
And if it really was only one, only one thing was certain: he should not have to be so, as a minimum. This thinking while watching his eyes light up when describing the Venetian beauty of its cities
Under him, with his protection, with the reign of his sovereign, would have prospered, he was sure.
He began to experience some change in the behavior of Venice, as they went down in the south of the peninsula, smiled a lot less frequently, especially when he thought of not being seen, leaving the lips in a choppy tiny grin, too small to be noticed by those in a hurry, or who simply could not see.
Fortunately for him, France was a careful observer.
"There's something wrong? "
The boy, sitting in front of him, bent over the neck of the beast, shuddered, stopped in what were his thoughts, pulling down the shutter and just turning her face towards the French.
"Certainly!"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I was just thinking. How soon do you think we will come to Rome? "
" A couple of days, so I'm told. Perhaps you are worried about? "
"Only .. Only a little. Do you think that you will be able to enter the city without doing harm to citizens? "
While France had learned to drive away the guilt, that annoying close to the stomach that indicated that too many sensations and feelings stirred in her mind, Veneziano had yet to learn to deal with that idea.
"I'm told that His Holiness is quite well disposed."
"And you do not hurt the Pope, is not it? It 's always been so good to me. "
"No one will dare to touch his Holiness, I promise."
Veneziano seemed to recover, at least in part, for those words, and seemed much safer than before, and let his eyes wander around her, then back up to France.
"And think you will find my brother in Rome?"
"I think we'll find it in Naples, actually."
"Oh, Naples .. Yes, I understand. "
In fact, things had gone according to plan for France, Charles and his ministers, the Pope had opened the doors of Rome, the promise of a generous reward for its hospitality.
They had almost had to fight and this was the fact more positive, both for the troops, both in Venice, which was immensely happy.
The only thing that France had not expected was a boy, a boy from the air constantly pouting - at least what he could see - and characterized by a property of language worthy of the worst soldier of his regiment.
drunk and maybe even in the midst of a fight.
Yes, contrary to their predictions, once entered the Eternal City, they found waiting for the Roman Empire, which had actually caused the second leading cause of ' huge smile of happiness, and, at least initially, also that of France, until, in fact, had tried to speak as he did with his brother, and was rewarded with a mountain of insults.
Despite those little, tiny, insignificant problems, Charles was very pleased with the progress of things, and was convinced that he lacked very little to get to the complete domination of the entire peninsula.
France had, in essence, the task of looking after and keep an eye on the two brothers who had now obtained a horse all to themselves, just to make sure not to run away - but no one really thought that never would have done without outside help, then, in reality, his job was a mere formality -.
had to keep them close, in short and make them feel good; in essence, that he will not even try to think of want to escape.
While on their way from Rome to Naples, the two brothers had begun to spend more time together, often trying to avoid that France had with them.
Initially he had not given weight unconsciously attributing that fact to something like solidarity and love between brothers.
was close to Naples, there was no little, very little, between the troops and the atmosphere is tense and almost at the same time relaxed: Everything was working fine, amazingly. She spun around smoothly.
Or at least, everything had gone well until the night that Charles had announced their imminent arrival in Naples - a day's march, another day only, and the glorious French army would finally come in the city awaited -.
France had retired to his tent after greeting Veneziano and ignoring the usual snarl of the Roman Empire, to which he replied with a smile, like all other nights.
He had slept badly, to tell the truth, he woke up several times during the night, surrounded by a restless half-sleep due to something that actually had not the faintest idea: a bad feeling, a premonition of .. something.
something he had just discovered the next morning, awakened by a noise rather excitedly outside his tent.
"What's going on?"
'I.. The two brothers, monsieur. They fled. Tonight. "
" Fled? How is that possible? Without help from anyone .. "
" Infiltrate, Monsieur. It is also a missing soldier, was probably the contact with the Holy League. "
" Charles I already know? "
" It was immediately notified. "
" And what are your orders? "
" I'm here for. You should go to the King, is waiting for you to discuss what to do. "
" I do not know anything more? "
"Je sais seulement ça."
was over, literally over, before the king while reflecting on how the hell they managed to escape those two: there was a half the League of Venice, this was sure from the beginning La Serenissima and the few other cities had expressed hostile intentions of the French and perhaps the news that Louis, now Duke of Milan, had joined in those cities was not so unfounded.
Charles had decided to continue down, without losing time on the trail of two brothers: would be an unnecessary waste of energy and strength, and as if they suspected the two were aided by the Holy League, they would be found later, but returned to the north of the peninsula, said France had, of course, agree with the King of his decision
He could not have done otherwise.
But within himself he found himself thinking that maybe they were underestimating the situation and that in any case, he would surrender so easily.
flowers were too precious to be left behind.
