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Hetalia doesn't belong to me in any shape of form…but the plot does belong to me!
She has never smile. She has dim eyes that hide so many thing about her past. She has never complained about the things she sees and does. She has been pushed around so many times, but somehow she doesn't break down. Such a creature, independent, pretty face, sometimes she leaves without a trace and then when the moon is on the sky she comes back to him.
She come backs silently to stand and to press her delicate fingers on the surface of fine wood; slowly she nibbles her bottom lip and close her sad looking eyes to let her imagination take over her each time she sees him take that sword and train under the moonlight. Gently scratching the wall without a sound; her heart pounding deeply caressing her chest a mind full of desires and wishes that she will never fulfill.
"I-I-I lo-lo-ve you" Words that aren't meant to be heard she lets them out in a quiet shutter, impossible to be heard by him.
Gently the latest winter breeze caress her pale porcelain face and the only thing she does is think and think without reaching a conclusion on this whirlwind of emotions that succumb her fragile crystal body. This knot she has on her throat is suffocating every word she wants to yell that's why she shutters every time. She feels that these thoughts on her head aren't her own, wreaking havoc of the calm self she always is, making a mess of the person she is. Such a difference between how she is right now and who the people see; a voice that is like a clouded sun.
Caressing her pitch-black hair as well as soaking her pink lips that feel dry, without a breathtaking kiss, a body fading from existence, without been touched my strong yet gentle hands; his hands, her warrior
That's how her daily day goes and comes. With her sky blue geisha dress she walks 'til the road ends, probably out of the village, everyone ask about her, yet no one replies or know the answer. What the people doesn't know is that she rest during the daylight under a tree to watch as the few people that pass on that road come and go by; such a daily routine.
Even though her eyes are firmly place on people her mind is on his side. Seeing him how he trains his foreign students that come to learn his moves. He's a kind soul, yet strong and she, better than anyone else…likes it.
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