Dearest New, Sincerely Old
You were so little, lost in a new age,
And I great but alone in such a state.
Together we found new life, minus cage,
But with revolution you became great.
After me, voices came to you in sleep.
As you lay still they divided you up,
Blue verse gray fought, while gray sought you to reap.
At last, blue won and you gave the grace cup.
When bombs began to fall in place of rain,
I wept, I bled, and I began to hate.
But you had returned to save us from pain,
And I realized you'd surpassed me too late.
Though we may still fight, you're sweet as a dove
And no matter what I'll stand by you, love.
Anyone spot the different wars the poems mentions? First to get them all right gets a nice short little fan fiction of what ever Hetalia related subject they want~ (I'm feeling generous)