Date Written: November 10, 2011
Word Count: 225
Summary: A small poem focusing on the different nations remembering those who have fought and are still fighting for them.
Warnings: Some possibly potentially sensitive subjects (maybe? I'm not sure...I personally don't think there is, but...-shrugs-)
Disclaimer: Hetalia does not belong to me.
Today is Remembrance Day for us Canadians and so I have written this. Some personal head-cannon, but not much. Just the setting. And I believe it is made fairly clear who is who.
To all those who died for the world we live in...
And for those who continue to fight...
We will remember you.
Eyes harden and glisten, forcing back tears in order to uphold the shattered remnants of composure.
A warm arm wraps around quivering shoulders in a show of silent support.
Two lean on each other, an ages-old rivalry shed aside for the moment.
A small white ball of fluff and beady black eyes stays mercifully quiet.
Blue eyes slip closed behind tilting glasses and a scattering of traitor tears sneak past.
A pale hand runs through wavy blond locks and tangles on the way back, tugging at the soft strands.
Knees shake and stagger in a desperate, but slowly failing, attempt to stay standing.
A rose has been replaced by an equally red poppy, held loose between slender fingers.
Others grieve in their own small ways.
Grief is shown in the simple things, such as a quieted voice or the solemn bow of a head.
Or shown in the more noticeable heaving shoulders in the corner or clenched fists gripping the table close to cracking.
Guilt and remembrance flash across different faces at different intervals, each with their own reason to cry, each with their own fallen to remember.
A hand is pressed over a pair of pain-dulled blue eyes, supressed sobs wracking the sturdy body.
Usually closed eyes open and gleam with the same agony, childish innocence lost for the moment.
Normally expressionless eyes shine with emotion and a face contorts into a shuddering grimace.
Understanding crackles across the table, shared knowledge of pain and death bringing enemies, past and present, closer for a day.