Title: Austria's letter
summary: Late Christmas story is late! Ok summary is every Christmas Austria writes a letter telling what he wants for Christmas but he never sends them. Why? Read and find out!
rating: T because I'm paranoid.
pairings: Implied Austria/Hungary
disclaimer: Hetalia is not mine in any way, but I'm sure you all know that.
***Hetalia***
To whom it may concern,
Though this time of year is usually regarded by joyous tidings I cannot help but find my heart heavy with the usual feelings of loneliness and grief that usually plague me about this time. I'm asked by many of colleagues what it is I ask for for the holidays and always I reply with the usual reply I give every year. That I require nothing and only hope to be spared of being asked again before I go mad though deep down, I know it isn't true. There is one thing I do long for year after year since that dreadful day so many years ago, though I regret no force on earth could hope to return it to me. The tragic event I refer to was the divorce forced upon me by others after the first World war, ironically by my so-called 'allys' whom I helped defend.
Still, I hold no bitterness towards them now. What's done is done and we cannot turn back, however that does not stop me from feeling the regret of ever letting my Elizaveta go that day. Not a day goes by where I don't remember those times. Those seemingly perfect times when life was so simple and much of what I long for was taken for granted. Now though it seems a foolish thing to hope for her to ever be returned to me, which is probably why this letter will end up in my drawer with all the others I've written in past years, all but forgotten until December once again finds my way.
Though it is a pointless wish, I feel that once again I need to ask, if only to say that I tried, if there is someone reading this, which I know there won't be since it's going to end up my drawer like all the others, please let the love of my life return to me. That is all I ask for.
-Roderich Edelstien.
The brunette nation read over his handiwork quite a few times. Every year, he wrote these, every year he put himself through this, but for what? He sighed frustratedly before deciding again not to send it (not that he would know where to send it anyway) and putting it in his drawer locking it again, never to be opened until next christmas. His heart felt heavy as his made his way to the music room and began to play a tune full of mourning and loss. His heart's melody that would probably never never change.
***Hetalia***
A.Q.: Yeah, I'm depressed so I wrote this. Sorry for the late-ness of this holiday fic and please review if you like it. No flames please or comments on how you don't like the pairing because they will be ignored. Also I'm no expert on history so if I did mess up the history I would like very much if someone would correct me politely via review.