DISCLAIMER: I NEITHER OWN NOR MAKE ANY SORT OF PROFIT OFF HETALIA. IF I DID, I WOULD BE EATING ICE CREAM ON A BEACH IN RIO, NOT WRITING FANFICTION IN MY FREEZING CANADA HOME! (whether this is a good or bad thing i'll leave up to you)

Okay. This is probably the most angsty thing I've ever written (possible exception goes to Don't Cry, Feliciano, that's pretty bad, too D:) I don't know why I keep killing people, I think I'm mostly sane...*bangs head against wall* Anyways, if you don't like character death, you'd better get outta here real quick, before whatever I have gets you, too. :P

I was listening to Who Wants To Live Forever by Queen when I wrote this. (Inspired by Queen, maybe that's it.) I recommend listening to the song. It's really beautiful and I think it fits Germany and Italy well. If you want, listen to it while reading this. But you might feel gloomy afterwards.

Long Author Note is Long!


FOREVER

The rain keeps falling, oblivious to everything that has happened. The trench is quickly going to mud.

He kneels in the mud, sobs wracking his body. He may be crying, or it may be the rain. It's all one blur of cold and death.

Blood stains. Everywhere.

He doesn't know who's anymore.

He only knows the blood, pooling, blackening, defiling the drab olive jacket of the dying man lying in the mud in front of him.

His tears, whether they are there or not, can't help now, nothing can help now.

He reaches out, desperately, trying to touch a man so far away already, so distant, and growing smaller.

The bloody hand rises; life is slipping, whirling away like dirty bathwater down the drain, but he cannot go without a farewell. The world is too cruel already to deny his heart a farewell.

The man crying or not crying hunches over him, clasping his hand, a lifeline to sanity. Running his hand through the dead's hair, blonde going to mud. He murmurs small, broken things.

"Y-you promised…forever…we would have forever!"

The dying man knows he cannot say what he must, but he does.

"I lied." He smiles, heart breaking with the living. "Who wants forever, anyway?"


Erm...I dunno, guys. I dunno. *bangs head again* I'm think I'm masochistic for killing Germany...D: