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When You're Gone

The sun shone brightly as it always did when he came here. The clear blue sky with a mocking intensity almost made him sick. There was no reason why he came back here every year; he knew it wouldn't change anything. But still he came.

Poland sighed heavily and started up the hill. The walk wasn't long but it took more out of the blonde then it should have. Exhausted, in more ways than one, he collapsed next to the stone tablet. Its writing was worn barely legible, but he didn't need to read it. The words were imbedded in his mind, unforgettable, and he would give anything to forget.

Forget that he was gone. Forget this new person claiming to be the nation that was once his best friend. Nations cannot die, unless their people do, but whoever this person was he wasn't Liet. He didn't know, didn't remember. It was once said he would regain some of his memories, if not all. But it wasn't the same, he knew, it would never be the same.

The polish nation shook slightly, hands knotted in his blonde hair. His tears fell slowly, silently. Why had he come here? What good did it do? Forcing himself to remember what would always be his fault. To relive his worst moments over again, each year.

Letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding Poland stretched out in the grass. The sunlight was warm and it provided an odd sort of comfort. It was almost ironic how he used to wish for day like these. Days when the sun would shine and they would spend hours running through the fields smiling and laughing… but now. Poland flinched stopping his thoughts. A gentle breeze blew and it almost felt as though he was being held in a familiar calming embrace. Tears fell again as even now his friend was with him, like always. Poland smiled, a genuine smile, for the first time in what seemed like forever.

He stayed on the hill the entire day, unmoving, fearing that the feeling would fade the moment he did. When night finally fell, and stars danced in the sky, Poland said his farewell and left feeling more content than he had in a long time.

Goodbye Liet.