Disclaimer: Cover picture for this is not mine, and I am in no way associated with Hetalia. Credit to respective owners.


"It hurts."

"Shh… I know."

Cold fingers gripped his shirt, trembling. Head bowed -in shame, or maybe fear-, shoulders stiff with repressed emotion. He slipped his jacket off -his favorite, the bomber he's had for ages- and placed it onto the shaking girl in front of him. His fingers brushed bare shoulders, skin icy to the touch.

"You're freezing. Take this."

She nodded, mute. Flashing red and blue lights danced morbidly across matching skin.

"I'm sorry." Her voice cracked, worn out from one too many 'I'm sorry's.

"You have nothing to apologize for."

"…I -"

"Shh." He wrapped his arms around her -gentle, always so gentle- and felt her relax, if only slightly. She nodded, exhausted.

"Thank you." It was his turn to nod, now. "You're… you're a hero."

He pressed a small, tired smile into her hair.

"Nah, I'm just childish ol' Alfred."


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