My answer to a friends fanfic.
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Never I will forget the look in your face, when you saw me with those woman.
I tried to explain, that they are nothing, that my boss wanted me to be with them.
But every single emotion, anger, sadness, the pain, in your eyes, made me stumble.
Thanks to that look in your eyes, I couldn't do anything, except standing up and reaching my hand out to you.
I'm an idiot.
That should be the very last thing of … everything … that I should do that moment.
With my hand I slide trough my hair.
It has been so long ago, yet still, we haven't talked anymore.
Those woman … even 25 of them together, wouldn't be as much as you mean for me.
Day in day out, I keep waiting.
Day in day our, I keep looking to the desert.
The only path which leads to your country, yet still, I always turn and walk back.
I can't find the courage, to go to you.
At night, I follow the stars with my eyes and I hope, that you are looking to the sky as well.
I wonder … did you forget me?
Could you forgive me?
Why do you keep me waiting?
I won't wait forever, yes it still hurts, but I simply will forget it.
Love, who needs it, if it hurts so much?
With my swords I cut down everything …
Trees, shields, weapons, even people.
I don't care any longer.
This war, looks like the war in my heart.
Spain and Romano both regret the day, they walked into my path.
They will be mine.
Even Italy got scared when he saw me, he immediately called that German every day.
But I liked playing with them, that is why I always allowed Germany to come get Italy, while I wasn't around. Yet still, the day after, I went to Italy again, to keep him with me.
The faces … of those Italians… I liked seeing them scared.
Yet still, there is only one thing which keeps bothering me…
When I walk away, at night, for that Italy and Germany, I walk to the desert.
Always the same stupid spot, where I end up turning back.
One day we will meet Egypt.
But then, I show you, that I planned everything on purpose.
My plan will be the best one ever.
Prepare for war, my beloved …
Sadly, you won't like it, as much as I will.
