I'VE BEEN SO DAMN INACTIVE: BUT I'M ALIVE GUYS, I REALLY AM.

Disclaimer: Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himuruya.


Deep pools of water appear shallow.

He appeared flirtatious and frivolous on the outside, but beneath the self-obsession and the preoccupation with sex and romance was a power-hungry nation; a nation that would do anything to regain the strength and authority he had once held. A nation burning still from the fall of a hundred years ago.

Like his beloved Paris, he was not all lights and diamonds. Like his beloved Paris, he was riddled below the surface by catacombs of hatred and grudges, walled in by the skulls of a thousand dead men whose struggles had been in vain against the tides of fate.

He would smile.

Smile sweetly, alluringly, blackly. Baring his teeth as his eyes flashed. Wait for me…

They were all stained in blood.

But he hid it, hid it from everyone, tucked away his rage until he would need it to fuel the fire.

The fuel the fire of what would surely come to pass.

Because in the world of dry sticks and bones something must catch.

In the continent there would always be unrest. In the long history there would always be those who yearned for days of glory, for battles and blood.

The catacombs of dust and dead would wait.

Wait.

I'll try and post something more substantial soon. This was a whim I needed to satisfy.