Series: Hetalia

Pairing: Russia/Prussia

Disclaimer: I do not own Russia, Prussia, or Hetalia.

Warnings: character death/ possible OOCness

Point of view: Prussia or Gilbert

Authors Note: To say the least, my best friend demanded that I write her a Hetalia fan-fiction or draw a scene of this happenning, I decided to write it out due to the fact that I was having a bit of a drawing dilema. Anyways this is my first real post on the web of something I wrote, so I'd appreciate any feedback you'd be willing to give me, positive or negative. Thanks ladies and gents.~

Too Late

My words failed me as I stood there in front of his body. He looked so happy, so pleased with himself, but that wasn't what he had really felt now, was it? Everyone felt threatened by him, but they didn't understand that it was exactly that which led to his downfall, and in the end, he was executed for his crimes.

My rival, my enemy, lay before me in the snow, lifeless and empty.

Though I'm sure he thought his end would bring me joy, would bring me happiness. This was not the case, no all his death had brought me, was misery. These tears of mine that fell from my red eyes, they weren't happy.

I fell to my knees beside him, speaking no words, for all the words I wished to say, for all the words I could have spoken, I had none left. I had only the memories of me walking past him, of me hating him, of me regretting he ever existed.

I hated myself for it now, now as he lay there cold and alone. How was it I could be so despicable, so cruel to not even notice his feelings?

I shut my eyes and put my head on his frozen shoulder. I couldn't bear it, no, the pain in my heart would never let me forget what I had done, not after reading that letter safely tucked away in the top drawer or his desk.

I looked up at the sky, almost searching for a lifeline I knew that wasn't there. And as the snow began to fall, I only clung to his body longer, remembering all those words written on the page.

You wrote me of how you felt lonely, of how you felt hurt because of the way people treated you and that I shouldn't worry because you wouldn't be back after you caused everyone such pain. But that wasn't the thing that struck my heart, that wasn't why I was sitting here, no, the gravity filled words that brought me to such pain, were the ones that you believed the most. I would never cry for you, but as we lay here together in the frozen wasteland against this brick wall filled with the bullets that had pierced your skin, I cried for you because in truth I...

I missed you.

I wanted you.

I needed you.

I loved you.

But I was too late to protect someone as beautiful as you... And after I removed the blindfold from your eyes, that smile on your face became clear, you weren't smiling because you were happy after all. As I looked at your porcelain face I discovered the dry tear-stains that littered your cheeks. Then I shut your dead eyes, and lied with you until my body grew cold and I could no longer draw another breath.