Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.
Seventy Years. That's how long it had been. Seventy years since the war had ended, well, in Europe at least. To most people, that's a lifetime. But not to Arthur Kirkland. Not to the rest of the world. Seventy years is a miniscule amount of time, compared to the time they've lived. In those seventy years, humanity has been coming on in leaps and bounds, technology becoming more advanced faster than ever, television in colour and not to mention such a wide variety of music.
But nowadays, most people had forgot about VE day. Only the elderly; the ones who'd experienced the day it all ended, could remember. Slowly, they were leaving the planet too. But this VE day was different. All because seventy years had passed. Seventy was an impressive number, to humans. So they celebrated it. And Arthur was glad they were. People were remembering again. Stories were being told about how people celebrated, children huddled round their elders and people were celebrating.
But for Britain and the rest of the Allies and the Axis, it was a time for sorrow. Arthur looked at the war memorial in front of him, statues of the soldiers staring into the distance. The place was crowded full of people, taking photos and reading about it. But Arthur just watched it.
In his head, Arthur said a prayer. A prayer for all those comrades who never came home; to all those lives lost on the battlefield, to all the men roped into the war when they had their whole lives to live.
"Thank you".
This is my VE day commemoration. I know it's short, but I feel this shouldn't be any longer. This is for all the men who gave their lives fighting so their families and the people of the future could hopefully live in peace. Thank you. May you all rest in peace, knowing that your sacrifice has not been forgot.