Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or Harry Potter.
The echoing howls sounded throughout the house. Everything was bathed in darkness and objects had been tossed about in what seemed to be a fit of rage. America knew something of the sort would happen this day, and had come prepared with words of comfort.
He cautiously made his way towards the sound, not wanting to disturb its owner in fear he would snap. As the country crept into the living room, he saw it.
Holding his pillow to his face, though it did no help to drown out his sobs, was England.
"...Arthur? Are you okay?" With that the older nation looked up, tears trailing down his face. "I know this day must be... hard... for you, but it's not over. It never will be, as long as he stays in your heart."
Arthur immediately went on the defensive, replying with a swift, "You git, I'm fine. I mean, it's not as if I actually mind, just something stupid to pass... the time..." He dissolved into another fit of cries. "It's just... I love him so much. I can't believe... it's over. It just... doesn't seem quite real..." Arthur tried to choke back another whimper, but failed miserably.
"Look, I know it's tough, but try to stay strong, not only for your country, your people, or even me. Try for him, it's what he would want." And as he looked up into the eyes that shone like sapphires and ocean and the peeling paint on his front door on a sunny day, England knew America was right.
Though it was the end of an era, Harry Potter would live on forever.
So that's it. I meant for this to be a somewhat humorous story, but to be honest I felt the same way after I saw the final movie.
This is my first story so constructive criticism is greatly appreciated. Well, I hope you enjoyed it and thank you for reading!
