Italy Hetalia: Wa! Do you like my Blog? Please answer before you left this Blog. Neveaux Monochrome Azza 15 October at Anonymous 28 June at Hiari 9 March at Unknown 19 October at The battle went on, but the Spartans held the advantage, and soon the streets were lined with Trojan bodies, men, women and children alike. The higher the mountains of flesh were piled, the more intensive the cries of the baby became. But no one had the time to worry about one upset child amidst the call of war.
King Menelaus stormed the Palace personally, his sword moving like an extension of his arm as it cut through all those who stood in his way. He was here to slay his wife, the woman who had been no doubt consumed by the lust of Paris.
She was no longer his, but tainted property, in order to put an end to this war, put an end to the years of fighting that beautiful face had wrought, he had to destroy her. Helen jumped as her husband entered, turning away from him. Behind Menelaus, the door opened again, and this time the room was flooded by Paris and a dozen of his men. With a grace gifted by the gods, the King spun his sword towards the Trojan Prince, cutting him down in an instant.
Now, with the deed done, all eyes turned to Helen who still remained with her back turned towards them, her mind working at a rapid pace as she felt the footfall of her husband closing in behind her.
Lip clenched between her teeth she turned, and, as men had always done before her, Menelaus froze. If she was to keep her life, this was the man she had to persuade. Helen allowed her hands to drop over his shoulders, pressing the swell of her bosom against his chest and curving her thighs towards him. It was demeaning, and the mere act disgusted her, as she had to perform it before all these leering soldiers.
But her life was more important than her dignity. She was still alive, Menelaus had missed his chance. However, the child was not dead, his sobs had merely quietened to a whimper. Troy may have fallen, but there was still a sea of land around him that was steady and prosperous.
The pain of losing the city was strong, but not impossible to overcome. The storm had settled, now only a light wind washed the sands around the feet of the marching Spartans, returning home from the long war. For a few moments she thought her husband was going to ignore her and ride on. However, as he made contact the baby stirred, whimpering against the force, before shivering against the sweeping motion of the wind.
Without a moment of hesitation, Helen dismounted her own horse, sweeping the baby into her arms and soothing his brown hair against the back of his head. See how he has survived here all night in the storm waiting to be found. Whether he was a gift from the gods or not, it was impossible to say. However, what she could feel, what they could all feel, was that something special was emanating from this child, a force that none of them had ever felt before.
A few of the men on their feet bowed awkwardly to the child, while others stared on in captivated awe. When they finally returned home to the palace, Helen had the slaves wash and clean the child, ensuring that he was both well fed and healthy before he was returned to her. The child behaved perfectly while the servants tended to him, and then sat peacefully in Helen's arms while she showed him off to the other high-standing women, who had come to meet their husbands after the long war.
The baby was truly blessed, he didn't drool or cry. The only fault he had if any was that, despite Helen's endless grooming, two hairs on his head always stood up, curling out to either side. And while stories of this woman had existed for centuries, it was always said that her beauty and youth remained intact. Menelaus suggested that they take the child north to see if these legends were true, but Helen would not hear of it. She had found this child, and he had chosen her. She would raise him here herself within the walls of the palace.
The years passed by, and as luck would have it, a traveler stumbled across another baby buried deep beneath the rubble of Troy. The child lay unmoving, as he had done since the siege of the city, but his hazel eyes were open, staring without blinking into the blue open expanse of the sky. This was her expertise after all, not his. When the wreckage had been cleared, they gazed down at the small body they had unearthed. Sdraiati sulla schiena, ecco la Terra! Sono Hetalia! Ehi ehi, fratello, dammi la pasta!
Non posso dimenticarne il sapore, Della bolognese che ho mangiato tempo fa! This song was released on March 25, , on the album Marukaite Chikyuu , and it is the first track.
Also on the album is Italy's Song To Germany. This song is also the first track on the album Hetalia: Axis Powers: Marukaite Best , which was released on August 10, The limited edition of Volume 1 contained an extended "Piccolina" techno remix of the song, as well as a cover version sung by Germany.
Another extended "Non-Stop" version has been made with all the characters except Spain and Sealand as a medley. The later DVD releases would follow suit, with covers of Marukaite Chikyuu sung by the other characters:.
Hetalia Archives Explore. Pairings Uniform Guide Memes. Draw a circle, that's the earth Draw a circle, that's the earth Draw a circle, that's the earth I'm Spain. Draw a circle, that's the earth Draw a circle, that's the earth Talking about circles, tomato I'm Spain.
A fabulous world That can be seen with a paintbrush The Kingdom of Passion! With one boil A recipe that will make you cry with joy "Into the horno [4] for the final touch! Hey, hey, Romano, you can't do that! Really, Ita-chan, what do you think of the bolero?
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