Sometimes

by TribalGirl

He can't die, but there are times when the cold steel presses against his head and he wonders what would happen if he pulled the trigger. Free-verse, CC appreciated.

This was just a headcanon that started as one sentence and then just grew out of hand into this poem. Moar free-verse! Yay for free-verse!

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He can't die

[ not in the technical sense - as long as the people live, he lives ]

and he knows that.

But on some days

when in his mind there is again

fear

grief

red blood on white snow

on some days

he feels the cold steel press against his head

and wonders

if

~ if ~

if

Heaven

is warm

and safe

and if there are

s
u
n
f
l
o
w
e
r
s
.

But he never pulls the trigger.

Because knowing him

~what he's done~

.:what he's been through:.

he'd be headed somewhere else entirely.

And Hell

for him

would be frozen over

and cold.

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Okay, so that's done. If you couldn't tell who this is, then... well... I have nothing more to say to you. -.- Anyways, my first Hetalia free-verse! Gah, I really miss the 39 Clues fandom... But Hetalia's cool too... GAHH I HAVEN'T UPDATED ON RTST IN LIKE HALF A YEAR, THAT IS SCARY!