They did it! They actually did it! They beat Spain! The great empire! He was free! Sure he would no doubt have to deal with the ambitious and rapidly growing country of America one day, but right now was not the time to think of that, right now he was to drink and sing and celebrate his independence. “Juan” Someone called, thats how he introduced himself to people, it just felt right. “We have come up with a flag what do you think of this” The general in charge, who was for once letting loose, was standing on a table holding a flag. Mexico felt his heart stop, how had they known? They probably didn’t, Mexico decided. These were his people and he felt what they felt, but did it work the other way? Was the other so close to him so ingrained in his heart, that what the other loved, his people loved as well. No that couldn’t be, they had different cultures. Perhaps Mexico’s love for the other was so unconsciously strong it was making its way into his people hearts; he didn’t think that was the case either. But he knew without a doubt that this flag represented his heart! And in his heart were his people and his love for his country, for the men the fought beside him and those who believed in him, and he knew that was the strongest love he could ever know. But still, even after all these years, nestled in the depths of his heart, for what seemed like forever was Lovino …show more content…
Lovi, that’s crazy!” They were standing in front of the gates that led to Austria’s house. Lovino was pacing back in forth his anxiety rising. Feliciano was at the gate, bucket of water at his feet, his excuse to come outside to meet his brother. “You want independence?!” “Yes Feli, I want independence, and our people do, don’t tell me you don’t feel it!” The younger looked down at his hands fidgeting with each other. “Yes I have felt something stirring but-” “But nothing! Those are our people. Our people! Isn’t that important to you” Feliciano head snapped up face scrunched in offence. “Of course it is! How could you ask such a thing, Lovino?” It was never good when his younger brother used his full name, but then questioning a nations loyalty was crossing a line, and Lovino knew that. “I love our people! But what if we fail, what if we disappoint them? Austria isn’t weak, and he won’t give me up with out a fight, and I…I don’t think-” The talker took a step forward grabbing Feliciano’s shoulders. “We are the Grandsons of the great Rome. That has to mean something.” The young Italian looked down again mind spinning. “Feli, what are you