Title: Forget-Me-Not

Author: LittleRed5

Fandom: Hetalia

Pairings: None

Warnings: None

Rating: G

Summary: You were walking down the street, minding your own business when you bumped into somebody. You turned around to apologize, but stopped when you realize who it was. Because standing in front of you was a man with shocking red eyes and snowy white hair, who seems so oddly familiar…

"Oh sorry, didn't see you there."

"No, it was my fault. I should hav-"

Your name is Ludwig.

"Uh...p-pardon me..."

"Hm?"

You are the human representation of Germany.

And you have lived for such a long, long time.

"You...you look very familiar. Do I know you?"

"Eh? I don't think so. I've never seen you before in my entire life."

You're an old man.

You just don't look like one.

"No...I'm sure I've seen you somewhere..."

You've seen countless deaths, been through years of battles and wars, and seen the rise of mighty empires and their greatest falls.

You've also met many people.

And seen many faces.

"Really? I don't think we've ever met before until now."

And you remember each and every one of them.

"I'm sure I've seen you somewhere before. Your face...it's very familiar."

However, there was one face that always seem to slip your mind.

"Keesese! Maybe you're mistaking me for a famous model or actor or something?"

In your house, there are black and white photographs of a young man sporting a cocky smile on his face. He is in a lot of photos (the ones before that war ). Most of them have people standing beside him, but there were some with him posing by himself.

In every picture, he was always smiling.

Always happy in every single photo he was in.

"No. I know you from somewhere."

You don't know who he is.

You show the pictures to Italy ("Vee~, no, I've never met someone like that before! Though he looks very friendly, doesn't he? ).

And then to Japan ("I'm sorry, but I don't think I know him. However, looking at that picture, the man radiates a feeling of...warmth and security, I supposed? Like the feeling when you are around your family, in better terms.").

You show the photos to Hungary ("No, I've never seen him before. But for some reason, I have a feeling of wanting to hit him with my frying pan...").

And then to Austria ("Never seen him before. Though looking at his face somehow makes me want to express the feelings of annoyance and frustration out on the piano.").

You show the picture to France ("Non, I do not know this man, but he seems like a very fun person to be around.")

And then to Spain ("Sorry, don't know him. He looks very cheerful though, doesn't he?")

You showed the pictures of the man to almost every country you know, but the answer would always be, "No. I do not know him.

But he looks very familiar."

"Huh, really? You sure?"

"Yes, I am certain."

You have never seen him before in your entire life of existence.

You wonder who he is.

"May I ask for your name?"

"My name? Why's that? Are you perhaps planning to make a move on me?"

"N-no! Of course not! I have no intentions of making a mov-"

"Keesesese! Calm down, I was only joking."

"Honestly...Well, may I still have your name though?"

"Sure, as long as you tell me yours. If some strange blonde hair man claiming to know me asks for my name, it would be fair if I at least knew his."

You don't even know his name.

"Alright then. My name is Ludwig. Yours?"

But you feel as though you should.

"Gilbert. Gilbert Beilschmidt."

He must have once been someone important to you.

You just don't remember.