This is a little different than my other poems. It has to do less with emotions and more with an actual small story. It's sort of a poem, yet also a short little story, so I don't really know what it is. If I had to classify it, let's call it a poem. Just doesn't rhyme. :)
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia, but if I did we'd all be on that "vacation" island 24/7. I really do love them all. XD
Going For It
I sneak into the room
All the lights are off
He's sound asleep
With his trained ears
Don't know how he can't hear
Slowly lift up the covers
And slip inside
They're cold and unforgiving,
Then get warmer in time
Just like him
Every time we're close
I feel completely safe
My life in his strong hands
Heat radiates off his body
If I get close enough
Our hearts seem to connect
Or I imagine they do
Hope for it one day
Look up at his face
His eyes completely closed
Looks peaceful for once
Breathing deep and slow
Feel pride and respect
Can imagine his eyes
Sky blue and cold
Except when he looks at me
They remind me of someone
That I knew long ago
Just can't remember
Should let it go,
But I can't
A nagging feeling I get
The dark was always a fear
Never admitted it before
When I'm near Germany
I feel safe and sound
Wanting to be near him
Yet scared of the reaction
Already know
'Cuz I've tried before
But I give it a chance
Close my eyes
Hope for the best
Lay my hand upon his shoulder
Wait for the reaction
To my loving gesture
Can feel him startle awake
Know what's coming next
Just wait for it
Rejection and anger
I'll pretend to be asleep
Like I always do
The only way I can fool him
I know I'll be denied
Yet it's something I won't regret
Can feel his hand grab mine
So strong, yet gentle
Goes to push me away
I pout without letting him see
Instead he rubs my hand
Wasn't expecting kindness
Keeps my hand on his shoulder
Doesn't let go
I can't refrain from smiling
Want to look up
Chance a glance
But with Germany,
That was a death sentence
Would just scare him off
The last thing I want
In the whole world we are
Just let it all in
Emotions swirling,
Overpowering my small frame
Want to see him so badly
But still know I can't
Even so I can feel it
The blue orbs taking me in
A tenderness unknown
To everyone but me
Still rubs my hand
As I hear him say
"Ich liebe dich, Italy"
Don't know much German
There's nothing I can say
Can't let him know I heard
But will never forget those words
And what they mean
Can fall asleep happily
Knowing he's right there
And that he loves me.
Do I even dare to ask? Hope it was okay. Hopefully not too cheesy and out of character. :( I like fluff. Sue me. :) Besides, Germany has to take a chance sometimes. It can't always be Italy, and Italy alone. :) Please review, but don't bash me. I've had my fair share of that the past few weeks. (not on this site) :(