Would You Rather?
By SpecialCat
Immortality is a curse.
You came to realize that soon after you made the choice.
Would you rather?
Would you rather die now, or live forever?
Easy choice, you thought. Live forever! It's the better choice.
But you were wrong.
You realize that now.
You forgot about family and friends.
Sure, you could get married. Sure, you could have kids. But you'd have to live with the fact that one day, you'll have to bury them all.
So you avoided everyone.
You forced everyone to leave your house.
You didn't leave the house for 1,000 years.
And everyone was gone.
You thought you were safe now, you didn't know anyone else, they were all gone now.
So you left the house regularly.
Sunday mornings,
Wednesday lunch
And Friday nights.
And then you met him.
You tried to avoid him, ignore his violet gaze.
But it didn't work.
You became good friends with him.
And even a little bit more.
You told yourself that, he's different. He won't leave me.
But you knew.
Don't say you were surprised when he left.
When the soft, silvery-blonde hair fell out and the bright, violet eyes dimmed.
You screamed.
You cried.
You sobbed.
You missed him.
It was all your fault.
IT WAS ALL YOUR FAULT.
You were guilt-ridden.
So you tried suicide.
But what good is suicide when you're immortal?
You chose this.
You wanted to be immortal.
IT WAS ALL YOUR FAULT.
But would you rather of been mortal and never of met him?
Would you rather bury him or never of met him?
Would you rather die right now or become immortal?
Would you rather?
This is what Yao Braginsky asks himself everyday.
Would you rather?
Hey!
Sorry for the OOCness -_-
This is my first Hetalia fanfic, so please review!