Remembrance Day 2010
No crits please, I wrote this without giving much thought to grammar mistakes because I felt the content is much more important than being prim and proper at all times.
I don't own Hetalia.
Matthew stood among crosses unknown to him, a basket in his hand. He bowed his head in respect and felt his heart tug inside. It wasn't just their war, it had been his, and he had a scar to prove it; no, everyone of his citizens had a scar from the war- whether it be in on their body or their heart it was there, a reminder of the fallen.
However, now as he began to visit each grave, adorning it with a poppy, he began to think about how the biggest reminder of their pain and suffering was something he saw every day. It waved proudly; they had fought so dearly and gave their life to let it remain undisturbed in its rightful place. They had fought not once, but twice, and many more in-between throughout history.
He stood up straight at the last grave, and looked at the already placed poppies; there had been those before him who had come here to pay their respect to soldiers who had been known and unknown. He placed the last one from his basket and glanced around the grave. He knew that he alone was not here to give his thanks, and from that it calmed his heart in a different way to know he would be safe. The living who walk among these graves would give their lives just as these soldiers had to keep what was dear to them waving freely in the wind and not let their sacrifices be forgotten.
He looked up at the flag, it not only represented their courage, determination, purity, nature, freedom and forgiveness but it had been painted in blood on a peaceful white. It solemnly seemed to wave a goodbye today in the rain, weeping, and Matthew let those tears wash his own off his face as he exited, remembering those who had fallen, sick with grief.
Hope you spent a little time on Nov 11 2010 honouring those who have died! (to all Canadians and those who have a similar day).