"But I took my fishing pole (fearing your fever)
Down to the swimming hole, where there grows a bitter herb
That grows but one day a year by the riverside–
I'd bring it here:

Apply it gently
To The Love You've Lent Me."
–Joanna Newsom, "Only Skin"

Chapter One (You Are Here)
Chapter Two: Scrap of Sassafras
Chapter Three: Little Tufts of Finch-Down
Conclusion: Fire Moves Away
Omake: Drabble Collection

Angelique = Seychelles
Lovino = South Italy, obviously

This is a Hetalia songfic based on this song here, though because the song is so poetic, I wouldn't be surprised if my interpretation of it was way off XD
I'll be stepping a little into uncharted territory having never written something quite like this before 8D;
A little bit of backstory on this story's conception: I roleplay Seychelles. I roleplay South Italy. I ship them both, but the muses disagree with this ship on account of it feeling incestuous somehow XD
Their solution to this problem? Write a fanfiction in which the Seymano ship sinks fantastically. THUS THIS FANFICTION WAS BORN.

A Few Disclaimers!!!!! before we begin:

• The main pairing in this fanfic is Seymano, but this is also kind of an anti-Seymano fic. If you like this pairing and don't want to read about it falling apart, this fanfiction is not for you.
• I put the warning up for content just in case. There will never be anything terribly explicit in my writing, but due to the nature of this fanfic, things might get pretty heated and it could potentially set off some people. Proceed with caution!
• Also due to the nature of this fanfic, Lovino is going to be portrayed as emotionally unstable and borderline monstrous, and Angelique is going to be more somber and withdrawn. The muses ask that you take this with a grain of salt, as this is not canon as they are known. They prefer you think of this fanfiction as a movie, and themselves as actors playing their parts. All the world's a stage, after all~
• That said, the majority of this story is going to be told through Angelique's point of view, though a few bits and pieces are in Lovi's POV so as to make him more sympathetic (tried soooo hard to make him as sympathetic as possible ;;)
• Lastly, they say that to write well, you should write what you know, so I'll come right out and say it: I know nothing about war or war-induced PTSD, and I know very little about the psychological aspects of dysfunctional relationships. If I offend anyone with my portrayal of these subjects, you have my sincerest apologies.

Did I get everything? Yes? Yes? owo
Good, then it's time for copyrights =w=

Seychelles, Romano, Hetalia © Hidekaz Himaruya
Only Skin © Joanna Newsom

~OTHER HETALIA FANFICTIONS BY ME~
Italy x Germany: Sir, Yes, Sir!
Mama!Reader x Chibi Romano
Antisocial!Reader x Liechtenstein