"Hush, silent."
Softly, silently, she stroked the long, thick, wavy hair and sighed yet again. The jet black hair was so strong and yet, it would often offer a disadvantage to its owner.
"Why should I be silent?"
Even if his face was battered and bruised, he tried his best to smile and appear cheerful. Slowly he lifted up a finger to her face and let it rest on her little nose. "You be silent."
China giggled quietly before taking his hand in hers and planting a soft peck on it.
"Even in such a state, you are still bossy… Why am I not surprised?"
The man who was lying on her lap laughed a hoarse, throaty laugh and laced his fingers into hers. "I am an Empire. It is to be expected."
"Say, why don't you cut your hair short? It feels as if it keeps on bringing bad luck onto you. I don't want you to get hurt." Still playing with the hair of her childhood friend, she looked up at the ceiling, where a hole was gaping and the open sky could be seen.
Without saying anything, Mongolia turned to the side discreetly and buried his face in her stomach. He was tired. Oh too tired. Maybe if he slept just a little…
"Rest well, my brave little emperor." China kissed his ear before closing her eyes and leaning backward. "Rest well. Rest for eternity."
'Eternity indeed' was the last thought before she slowly, but surely drifted into the dark, velvet void known as death.
Yes. A lover's suicide.
IDK i wrote this at 3am and i guess someone must have put onions somewhere because i am crying