Dates of Reality

-Series of Hetalia one-shots relating to important dates or historical facts of the nations. All include one of my Oc's.

The Fifth: America

Every year she would visit. Only one day of each year, the fifth… The day after everything crashed down and I broke a heart. The Fourth of July was always a party day. It always was. I doubt that that would change ever. But it was the Fifth that killed me.

I would lock myself up in my room, and just lie there. The Revolution. I… the fifth was the only day in the year that I would cry. Sobs would rack my whole body. Then she would walk in.

Samantha…

She was always in an English-style dress. Never anything different, even centuries after. It shamed me to think that this woman, Samantha, would always represent who I truly am. But she would sit next to me, silent and watchful.

She would be gone by daylight. The fifth of July was a day that I let all the masks that I wear fall. And Samantha was the only one who would ever know.