Please note that i don't own any hetalia characters. Ivan's POV.
I knew it was a stupid wish. To want her home when it was impossible was truly idiotic.
But I did.
I wanted her home.
With me.
Where she belonged.
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"I'm sorry, Ivan, but…"
No. Stop. Don't say it.
"Go," was that really my voice? It sounded so…calm, "just go."
Natalia, why? Why are you leaving me? For independence?
Why?
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I stared at the bottle of vodka I'd been drinking from for God knows how long. Why was I remembering this now?
Oh yeah.
'Cuz I'm an idiot.
"Ivan, you okay?"
I looked up at Alfred. I really didn't want to deal with this right now. "I'm fine, just a bit tired."
"Really?" his voice was thick with concern. But, this being Alfred, I couldn't be sure if it was real or not, "'Cuz you look awful."
I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. That Alfred. I just didn't know what to do with him.
"Really. I'm fine," I muttered through my teeth.
Please, I thought, just leave me alone with my memories. And my vain hopes. And my stupid dreams.
"O…kay. But don't forget that we have a meeting later." Alfred said, turning toward the door.
"Whatever."
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"Ivan! Hey Ivan!"
I looked at Natalia. She was so cute then.
But that was…
Was before…
But something wasn't quite right with this memory.
Why was her voice so sad? Almost like…
Like that day…
No. This was wrong.
She…
She was leaving me!
No.
No!
NO!
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"NATALIA!"
I sat bolt upright on my couch. The tears that I'd held back during the first part of the day had soaked my cheeks. I touched the tears to see if they were real, then broke down. Violent sobs shook my body, bringing with them a new wave of tears. I couldn't hold it back anymore.
My…
My little Natalia…
She was gone.
And never coming back.
And I'd never said goodbye.
Ah poor Ivan. Felt kinda sad writing this...kinda.
Ivan:Kinda. KINDA?!
Meh:IM SORRY IVAN-SAMA!!TT-TT
Ivan:*pats my head* Its okay. You didnt mean it,da?
Meh:...kinda.
*This part has been edited for violence*
Thus ends the program!