Author's Note: I don't know how I thought of this, it just popped into my head about five minutes ago.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia. If I did, would I really be on Fanfiction.
Ashes
At one point in all of our history, we have risen.
We have also fallen and burned to the ground.
Some of us have disappeared from the map,
Just a piece of history.
Others rise from the ashes.
Like the majestic Phoenix,
We live,
We die,
We burn,
We rise.
New life and painful death.
We are countries, it is in our nature to grow strong and grow weak.
But one day, we will destroy so much that there will be no ashes to rise from when we burn.