Diversified Ambulance [Fic] I want you to know my love is true. Latin Hetalia

Title: I want you to know my love is true
Fandom: Latin Hetalia
Words: 1.100
Pairing: Lucciano / Martí n, with mentions of Martin / Victoria
Summary: Although sometimes strange in Victoria, he was their new world, and wanted to know it
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Martin had many ways of doing things, and different faces and different gestures, different everything. When I was happy because something had happened to their citizens, had a special smile, because it shone a little eye and could not sit still more than two seconds, rivaling Miguel concern.

When remembering his past sometimes smiling, sometimes is a bit isolated and would think about it, losing their air naturally competitive and fun. They sometimes attacked the nostalgia, or a strong longing for things that happened.

And so it was easy to distinguish what saddened him according to the period that was isolated and the tone of his voice and his way of acting upon return.

Luciano knew that very well: they had things gone that Martin would rather forget because it hurt the recall, and by dint of knowing and spending time, knew worse than I remember sitting with Martin was one of the worst episodes of his life: the loss of Victoria, the Falkland Islands.

Not that I ache to know that affected him auNo, but Luciano is partly understood. Not because I had experienced something similar , but tacitly understood that without that Martin had ever had to explain.

(I understand how you see what the loved one hidden, without really understanding it, understanding it only ....)

Martin, of course, Luciano had no doubt that he understood, by the way they look, their may of speaking, the taste of your kisses, all that Martin was understood that there was no need to explain anything that Luciano could really understand without words.

But sometimes wanted to explain that it was not exactly Victoria to put nostalgia but by the fact that she had meant a lot to him in some No time, and sometimes missed his company. The had loved, and yet he did not more.

(The last was strong, brought her feelings, but feelings no longer. There was a big difference in it, do you know Luc?)

But I did not know how to say, how to express it. There was no time to tell it sounded out of place.

And if you should find the time, what would you say, how? Really had no idea, maybe I had not thought enough or maybe did not have the sufficientcient courage to tell him.

So, that summer afternoon, while playing soccer with Luciano, could not concentrate on the game, had too much to think about.

- and goal for Brazil!

Luciano's voice made him return to Earth and only then noticed the flag that marked a 2-6 for Brazil.

-Che, which can not be that the score!

Luciano laughed antand the confusion of the Argentine and kicked the ball in his direction with force.

"It is, I have three goals in the period in which amazed.

Martin received the ball with elegance and turn back. You really had distracted much? He shook his head, trying to stop thinking about the relationship she had with Luciano, resolving to win the game and then think about it.

Luciano looked at him and giving him a kick up the ball the floor, I took & eacute; foward and putting it under your arm.

- Are you ill?

Martin looked and felt his quizzical, shook his head and asked yourself why you always pondered over something you had to get so absorbed. He sighed, resigning himself to not continue the match and Luciano can not banish from his mind or even staying with him.

Not at all, just thought.

- In qhat?

"You ... I ..." Martin said with a shrug, as if to play down a little importance to the matter-.Nosotros.

Luciano nodded and walked slowly, being face to face with the Argentinian, who looked into his eyes.

Martin sighed and leaned back a bit, leaving his forehead against the front of Luciano, and closed his eyes. He spoke in a tone that I wanted to be quiet, which did not reflect their concerns. CHT MLXC

- What are we?

A question Luciano took it a bit by surprise, but did not show and dropped the ball gently . took a deep breath and replied with another question.

- How?

Martin shrugged and a chill down his spine, along with a feeling that the talk was very real things, rather than write them, or the present, as if the wordhiciese spoken really exist.

- I wanted ... I would explain ...

Luciano shivered a little and closed his eyes again, feeling a little panicky. Perhaps after all it was he who did not want an explanation, perhaps not really want to know. preferred not to know.

- No need to.

Martin nodded, knowing that I gave Lucianowould that, and decided to continue on once and clarify that.

"I know, I it.

Luciano nodded and sighed, condescending, probably, his relationship with Argentina, whatever it was, was over.

"You ..." muttered Martin undecided how to say to not sound so damn corny? Deep breath and raised his arms, linking them at the nape of Luciano, trying to find strength and courage para say what was going to say (which was unfortunately too corny)-I want you to know that Victoria does not ... that Victoria does not mean for me or a little of what you mean.

Luciano was silent for a while, trying to process the fact that he wanted to hear those words for a long time. Perhaps more than willing to admit.

-Victoria is my past. You are my mind, and I ...

Luciano opened his eyes widely, Martin was not going to, well, ... & iquest; declarársele? Martiny's face peered felt a part of his heart he did not know it was empty filled. He felt that .

( That said all feel when you realize that someone not only you liked. That you felt when you realized that in fact , you loved him.)

-Well, I love you.

Only then Martin opened his eyes, just to see Luciano close and kiss her tenderly. And the kiss was one of those that taste like candy and sweets, and give the feeling to die of diabetes and go to heaven.

Oh, love ...

little note: Victoria's Falkland Islands, as you know.

(cha, the best is called like me, Ima ginense that at some point Arthur and Martu fight over you. Aish as I like my name)