What Remains Unsaid
He turns away, probably to hide his blush, as he indignantly splutters. "I suppose it would be alright if you stayed for a cup of tea."
[Because I need you here, so that for a little while I can pretend I am not alone.]
He grins, a wide flash of sparkling white teeth, with a wink as he shoves a big thumbs up in the others face. "Because I'm the HERO!" As if that's all the reason he will ever need.
[And it has to be, if he wasn't, how could he ever live with the things that he's done.]
He smiles, welcoming arms spread wide inviting the rest of the world into their warm embrace, even if the expression on his face is slightly deterring. "Everyone will become one with Russia, da?" And he believes it.
[Because wouldn't it be better to be one big family? Working together towards a brighter future?]
He laughs at the question, a loud and obnoxious sound, as he races past and enters his room in his bruder's house. "My day was great! I was awesome all day!"
[And he has to keep telling himself that, because he can feel his people leaving him behind. And despite the fact that he's slowly dying he can't bring himself to blame the man that his little bruder has become.]
He glares, but over the years the heat has finally started to die away. He mutters it now where once he would have stood and roared it as he beat a hasty retreat. "I hate you! You tomato bastard!"
[Because despite how hard I try, I really don't anymore.]
He sighs with contentment as he worms his way under the covers of the sleeping mans bed. A huge smile breaks across his face. "Veee! Germany is so warm!"
[Please, never be cold to me. Because, secretly, I think you're greater than pasta.]
A/N: A very short, very random bit of drabble. I'm contemplating filling some Hetalia promts over on livejournal and I was just trying to get a feel for the characters.