Author's Notes: Based on the funeral service for the victims of the Cheonan naval ship explosion.
May all 46 of those brave men rest in everlasting peace, and may their families be strong during such a catastrophic loss.
I do not own the series "Hetalia" or its characters.


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CHAK.

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"어, 어. 알었어. 조용 해. [Yes, yes. I know. Be quiet.]"
His voice muffled in such a groggy response, burying his aching head deeper into the pillow that now carried a mixed scent of his own and the fresh detergent used in the hotel.

Yong Soo let out an exasperated, silent sigh, still clutching his flip phone as he rested upon the tangled sheets of the temporary bed. His other hand lazily rose to place upon his heated head, letting his cool fingers provide some relief.
They carefully rubbed at his throbbing temples, knowing that this proverbial migraine only he and a few others in the world could come to understand, would not go away.


He turned his head to his device, pressing a button on the keypad to light up the decorative, but simple screen.

8:02 in the morning.

Hmm.

"아, 어서 준비를 해야지…참나... [Ah, I should hurry up and get ready…Jeez…]"


Sitting up in bed took all the energy he had, when this simple movement used to require a little more than nothing from him at all on other days. His back had given him great trouble during the past month or so, but the pain had unfortunately increased during this period of-…

Well, mourning...


Author's Notes:
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