Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia, Himaruya Hidekaz does. The story is mine, though.

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Was that your footsteps I heard, behind me? I remembered how your footsteps sounded back then, when you still lived in the flat next to mine.

How you called my name everytime you saw me... Would you call my name, too, if you saw me now?

I slowed my pace down, hoping that the person with the footsteps behind me would pass me so that I'd know, was that you, or just another person.

The man passed me and I could see it clearly that..no. That man was not and would never be you. Once in a blue moon, maybe, you would be the man who walked behind me. But now, no.

I always checked my flat's mail box. I thought that it would be your letter that showed up, not some bills I have to pay. I checked them in the morning before work, also in the afternoon after work. I even tried not opening my mail box at all for two weeks or a month, thought that when I open it, I'd see an unexpected letter from you. But, again, I was dissapointed. Maybe, it's not when the moon was blue that you would send me a letter, but once in a green moon, that you would.

Where were you? Were you still living where you told me you were? In that capital of USA? Were you still living with your mom? So many questions that would never be answered but I couldn't stop questioning. Did you remember that man, who you always said having 'a stick up his arse'? Did you remember him? Me? Were we still friends? Or like what you said, 'brothas'?

Once, I got tired of all of this. I mean, slowing my pace down to see who was behind me, checking the mail box again and again but I just couldn't stop. It'd hurt even more in my chest if I stopped but another part of me was really sick of it all.

So hopeless, right? You always said that you'd be a hero and rescue me anytime. Why didn't you rescue me from this hell, then?

I shook my head a little to stop that sound in my head. I stepped inside the room with mail boxes and lead to stairs to my flat. Sighing, I checked my mailbox. See? Nothing was there. So I just walked up the stairs so I could lay on my bed quickly.

I reached my flat's door, but my key didn't really want to cooperate and fell so I bent to pick it up. Then, the door of the flat beside me opened. A sound that was so familiar, so warm, so...beautiful rang.

"Hey Artie! You still have that stick shoved up your ass, huh? As stiff as the last I saw you, maan! You never changed!"

I turned. That...couldn't be you, right? The blue eyes, yellow hair, glasses, gravity-defying curl in your hair? I must be having a hallucination.

"Hey, Artie! Why are you crying? Hey!"

A pair of hands fell on my shoulders, my body shook. I squeezed my eyes shut so that the tears (which rolled out without any warning) would go from my eyes. "Bloody stupid git!"

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A/N: So? :) English is not my first language so please correct me if I did any mistakes. Thank you, I hope you like it :)