I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing
Just prayin' to a god that I don't believe in
Cos I got time while she got freedom
Cos when a heart breaks no it don't break even
He couldn't see where it had gone wrong. They were happy, weren't they? They were together as often as he could get. Hadn't that been enough for him? He snarled at the thought, at the Declaration delivered to him.
Her best days will be some of my worst
She finally met a man that's gonna put her first
While I'm wide awake she's no trouble sleeping
Cos when a heart breaks no it don't breakeven... even... no
He wasn't that shocked when he saw his worst enemy next to his son, brother, love. The other blond, standing behind his colony, behind the cause of his restless nights. He felt, deep within himself, his heart break.
What am I supposed to do when the best part of me was always you,
And what am I supposed to say when I'm all choked up that you're ok
I'm falling to pieces, yeah,
I'm falling to pieces
They were in the rain, the boy he'd raised standing across from him, musket pointing at him, an army behind. And here he was, the Great British Empire… Alone. Then suddenly, he was pointing the gun at the colony, because he wouldn't let him leave, not now, not ever… He had a gun, the other didn't. And yet…
They say bad things happen for a reason
But no wise words gonna stop the bleeding
Cos she's moved on while I'm still grieving
And when a heart breaks no it don't breakeven even... no
His heart clenched at the paper on his desk. He was leaving… joining the enemy… The man stood, eyes darkening, going to claim what was his. The boy, such a weak country, would not leave him. Ever.
What am I gonna to do when the best part of me was always you,
And what am I supposed to say when I'm all choked up that you're ok
I'm falling to pieces, yeah,
I'm falling to pieces, yeah,
I'm falling to pieces
(One still in love while the other ones leaving)
I'm falling to pieces
(Cos when a heart breaks no it don't breakeven)
He grabbed the collar of the auburn haired boy, whose white flag was still in his hand. He gave his deadliest glare to the countries opposite him and felt his heart break slightly as the boy in his grip tried to get free of him. Throwing him over his own broad shoulder, he turned away, heading back to his home, his idiot with him.
Oh you got his heart and my heart and none of the pain
You took your suitcase, I took the blame.
Now I'm try'na make sense of what little remains ooh
Cos you left me with no love and no love to my name.
He was empty once it was over. His little idiot had left him again, alone, taking his heart with him. Everyone was gone now. Only him, closely watched by the three in charge of him. His former friend (love?) never came to visit. He had nothing left to love.
I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing
Just prayin' to a god that I don't believe in
Cos I got time while she got freedom
Cos when a heart breaks no it don't break
No it don't break
No it don't break even no
Years later, he still felt his heart ache on that day in July. He still couldn't form a bond like they had had before. They hadn't had an equal break, he had lost far more.
Their relationship was strained. He had trouble overcoming the separation form his first friend and his brother. The smaller nation never realized how much he.
What am I gonna do when the best part of me was always you and
What am I suppose to say when I'm all choked up that you're ok
(Oh glad your okay now)
I'm falling to pieces yeah
(Oh I'm glad your okay)
I'm falling to pieces yeah
(One still in love while the other ones leaving)
I'm falling to pieces
(Cos when a heart breaks no it don't breakeven)
They were the only ones left in the conference room. Two different wars, from two different centuries had been mentioned that day. The blonds looked at each other, blue meeting green. "Let's go get a drink."
Oh it don't break even no
Oh it don't break even no
Oh it don't break even no
They both were familiar with heartbreak and relationships that couldn't be the same. They were kindred spirits, using the other to drown their sorrows.
…
Two others stood outside the room, unnoticed by the two usually observant men. "Ve…Will things get better..?" The auburn haired nation asked.
The blond shrugged, putting an arm around his friend's shoulder. "I dunno. I'm sure it will. Someday."
…
Well, my first songfic. I wish I could have gotten more fic in it than I did, but it felt like it would take away. The song is Breakeven, by The Script. And, my disclaimer, I do not own Hetalia or Breakeven.
Later guys~!
