Author's Note: This is just something I came up with while listening to Skyscraper by Demi Lovato. It will remain a oneshot unless I get lots of reviews telling me to continue it. ;) It centers on Vichy!France and does mention Nazi!Germany, but this was not meant to offend anyone in any way.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia.
The silence is deafening. The machine guns, the shouts, even the ominous rumble of the countless tanks have been silenced, and it is a silence that even the patter of thousands of raindrops striking the city cannot fill. He stands alone in the street, dirty and bedraggled, his blue military uniform soaked almost beyond recognition. The rain sweeps sideways, carried by a freezing wind that howls between the buildings, but he makes no move to shelter himself from the cold. And then- "France!" The sharp bark of a voice cuts through the silence like a knife, shattering his hopes that maybe they will leave him here to die. He doesn't want to look up, doesn't want to see the owner of that voice, but he does anyway, reflexively, when Germany stops in front of him. "You fell so easily, France… So easily…were you not trying?" The German smiles coldly as he speaks, and France is frozen. He had been trying; had been using all his strength, and Germany must know that or else he wouldn't have mentioned it. "Come." Germany turns and walks away, and France follows wordlessly because it's over and he lost and so there's no point trying to be defiant now.
The days pass quickly. So quickly, in fact, that France loses track of time and it's all a blur of pain and anger and occasional conversations with the other nations Germany has claimed. Germany himself is almost always busy doing paperwork or fighting the war that he is so desperate to win, but when he is free he reminds the countries he has claimed that they are his now. France is tired of the pain and the screaming and Germany's emotionless expression (because really he's more of a weapon now than a person), but he can't bring himself to rebel because this is his place in the world now. He is Vichy and he is Germany's and his level of sanity is questionable at best. Then again, everyone around him seems to be just as insane.
A/N: I know it ends abruptly but I couldn't think of anything to say next. Please review and tell me if you think I should continue it. :)