|Behind The Door
Author: angelyuki789 PM
Hetalia confessions/headcanons/ideas turned into short stories. Various characters and genres covered. Open to requests by review or PM. Please R&RRated: Fiction T - English - Chapters: 9 - Words: 7,924 - Reviews: 12 - Favs: 5 - Follows: 7 - Updated: 06-09-12 - Published: 04-26-12 - id: 8060738
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Number 7 is here!
Writing this made me sad, but I am definitely happy with how it turned out.
I've been practicing how to write sad and depressing themes, and I think this helped make my ability to do so improve.
Headcanon: the nations can have children, but they're almost always sickly and most don't live past eleven, let alone make it to adulthood.
"She is very cute, non? I think she gets that from you, ma chère."
"I do know she has lovely blonde hair and your love of cuisine."
Wales sighed, taking France's hand in hers. They watched as their seven year old daughter frolicked through the fields behind their countryside house. They decided to move to this part of Alsace after Sophie had been born. The village was calm and a perfect place to live for someone of ill health. The countryside in France had always been better than Wales for this sort of thing, and their daughter would be at peace.
"She is beautiful and her eyes are filled with joy…" France wiped a tear that had escaped from his eye.
Wales noticed this and tightened her grip on his hand. She leaned against him as tears silently fell from her own eyes. Their daughter was filled with such hope and potential, only for that to be taken away at the age of eleven.
"It's a curse for living forever, huh? I can't stand it, and it's my fault."
France pulled her into an embrace and gently ran his fingers through her hair. He attempted to sooth her with his voice as he hummed Calon Lân, an old Welsh hymn, softly as he rested his head on hers.
"Non, it is not your fault, don't do that to yourself. If anything, it is my fault. If I had seen sense when making the decision with you, then maybe we could have avoided this."
Nations were able to have children, but they always became sick and generally never lived past the age of eleven. Most nations that knew this made sure that they never became pregnant or caused someone to become pregnant with their child. If they had children with normal humans, the same thing would happen.
Sophie giggled as she found a rabbit sleeping under the shade of an old tree. She sat next to it, making sure she was quiet, and gently stroked its back. The rabbit nuzzled its head closer to her and seemed to enjoy the feeling. Sophie began coughing and the rabbit hopped away, leaving her watching it with a sad smile.
"The signs are already there…" France sighed and kissed Wales delicately on the lips.
"If England knew about this, he'd probably hate you forever. I'm beginning to hate myself…" she laughed lightly.
She laughed, not because it was funny, but because of how heart rending the situation was. The look on their daughter's face would bring happiness to any parent, but not them. It broke their hearts knowing that, even though they were the ones to give life to Sophie, they were practically to blame for the taking of it as well.
"I am not worried about Angleterre; all I care about is us. I want our daughter to have a fulfilling life, no matter how short it is destined to be. I want her to have no regrets."
"Not like us, this regret will stay with us forever. At least we were able to bring delight to her life, and ours, for a brief time. I will never forget the love she has made us feel."
They both looked at their daughter, who was now skipping towards them, and smiled with conviction.
They were going to make sure that the last four years of her life would be the greatest and most promising a child would ever have.
So yeah, I am REALLY happy with how this turned out :P
This one was another sad one, but I hope you all enjoyed it none the less.
R&Rs are appreciated.
See you next time :)