I remember the times you used to see me crying. Even as hard as I tried to hide it, you would somehow find me. I'd be hiding in a room, or out in the garden, but somehow you were always better at hide and seek than I was.

I remember the times you crawled up on my lap, trying to wipe away the tears that stained my cheeks with your little hands, crying too because you didn't like to see me sad. You used to cry a lot back then, especially around me.

I remember the times you used to hug me and in a hushed tear filled voice you asked, "Does it hurt?"

I remember a time when I used to deny it, just so you could smile again. Back then, your smile was all I needed to be happy. Just so long as you smiled for me, the pain didn't seem to bad.

I remember a time when we used to fight side by side in a battle fighting against the frogs that threatened our peace.

I remember the time when you saw me fall. You brought me close, closer than we had been since you were a smaller, and with a tear filled voice that was like that of when you were a child asked, "Does it hurt?"

I remember a time where I denied it, just so you wouldn't see me as weak.

I remember the times I had to restrict you. Only because of a king and prime minister that wanted to control you more.

I remember the time we argued that whole night. Not stopping until we saw it was morning already.

I remember the time you stormed out, not sure exactly what you wanted, only that it wasn't what I was doing.

I remember the times I cried all night, wishing we didn't have to fight. Only you weren't there to ask if it hurt. It did.

I remember a time, when the rain fell and blue met red in battle. The only two colors I could see that day. Everything else was flat and dull.

I remember a time where you were standing there, looking older and more mature than I could ever believe you would be. Yet I wished for the small boy to hold in my arms again. The small boy you would never be.

I remember a time when I tried to stop you, but I just couldn't pull the trigger.

I remember a time when I sat crying, tears mixing with blood, mud, and rain, into a gray mess. Because everything was gray then.

I remember the time you looked at me with no tears, but a hushed voice and said, "Does it hurt?"

I remember the time I could no longer deny it. Not the tears, not the loss, not the pain.

"Yes, it hurts. I hurts so much."

Revolutionary war oneshot. There are already a lot of Revolutionary war oneshots and fics, but this idea wouldn't leave me alone. Tell me what you think!

Don't own Hetalia