Maria, Maria
-Kheelwithit-
Alfred pulls out her hair tie for what's gotta be the twelfth time this week. He can still smell her- flowers, mangoes- on the green ribbon.
He knows he really should forget about it, her , but his mind (and other organs) just won't moveon.
His mind still drifts back to inadequate memories that he'd kill to relive.
Given the chance, he knows he wouldn't.
It's always 'cause it doesn't happen again that it's magic.
He buries his nose into the verdant strip
while his eyes crinkle up in a smile
'Cause remembering ain't against any rules he knows.
Hetalia is not mine
Pairing
AmeicaMexico
