Freestyle poem from Lithuania's POV. Enjoy!
I don't own Hetalia.
frozen
she's like i c e
cold
fragile
but unable to shatter
because then he'll see
how broken she is
{she's a disaster waiting to happen,
a disaster that already has happened}
and she'll break for real
break into a million pieces
a beautiful china plate on the floor
{I've got you, just let me catch you}
she's slipping
even though she's already fallen
into the darkness
the in-between
the dread of will-he-or-won't-he
and he has, she just doesn't-
she refuses to-
know it
{the worst is that I can catch her,
but she won't permit it}
and she's alone
even though I'm right here
and she can see me
can see that I love her
like he never can
like she believes he can
{let it go, he's for another now}
please, please, please don't let her fall
because nobody can catch her now
{when will you see, bela?
when will you see me
as more than competition?}