Healing

Hetalia belong to Hidekaz Himaruya

There was one thing that Yao found peace in his own time.

The shades of the evening sunset, the scent of green tea beneath his nose, the warmth of the day spreading through out his entire body. He found these of peace embraced his presence, welcoming him to a momentum paradise. But for him, peace didn't last long behind his closed ears to which he dived himself in silence.

He could still hear the voices behind the darkness. The voices of sadness, fear, madness. The voices of those leaders, whom he had followed upon from their orders, the screaming of those who he had killed, the horrors of children screaming for survival. The voices shadow his own peace, to which he couldn't relate to anything else he had faced in the world.

And yet, here he was. Still calm and silent, forgiving and ruthless at the same time. He had wondered if he deserved enough to be living as a servant of God who was supposed to be aiding his own people from the disasters they face in the world.

He watched with keen eyes, overviewing the conference room filled with nations of young and old. He sometimes questions himself if he really was in this condition of peace, everything he had fought for so many centuries had resulted into this moment. He silently watched several nations who had grouped themselves into a conversation as they laughed merrily in their own words.

It was a bit odd to think about his situation in these sorts of times, where he would question the existence of his life and his relations to the other nations regarding to the history. Seeing the smiling faces of the Japanese and South Korean personification made him tugged the edge of his lip to see them grow fondly of each other through out the years. Knowing that they weren't used to be this close few decades ago, he felt almost blessed to witness the peace between these two nations that he used to care for them when they were young.

For a brief moment Yong Soo had caught his gaze and gave him a big smile before lowering his head in a formal bow. Yao had returned the motion with a nod, knowing that the South Korean personification still have a depth of respect towards him – or maybe Yao was just that old but both could make perfect reasons. At times, he couldn't believe that the boy used to be so much smaller than this and looked up to him as if he was his brother or a parental figure – but times had changed and that little boy had grown up and become an independent nation after a long triumph of journey. It goes the same with Kiku, who was currently amused by the jokes Yong Soo told him, had also gone a long way to become a respectable nation of his own. Yao remembered when Kiku was young and innocent and so curios about the whole world, asking about how can he become so great like Yao himself one day. Though Yao was content his past sweet memories, he was perfectly content with the way things are now. Much better and less gruesome to the sceneries he used to see from the past centuries.

Yao had scars to keep but it wasn't only just scars – they were reminders to him that had heal overtime when he had accepted himself of how he would become. He had learned over centuries to accept his own abilities, his very own existence in this world. He had learned that to heal a heart and soul could not just be better by himself but patience with love and virtue to the ones he also cared around him can give him a better medicine of healing his past scars.

A slight tap brought him out of his thoughts when he looked to the side to see Ludwig, the personification of Germany, standing beside him. "Were you day dreaming?"

Yao merely chuckles and replied. "Maybe."

Ludwig smiles and continued, "Do you want to get something to drink while we talk about our bilateral agreement?"

The personification of China nodded. "Yes. I think it would be best to drink some tea now."

Yao briefly walked beside Ludwig as the German started to talk about the tea conference had offered. Yao glanced back to the conference room for a moment and reminded himself that he was in a good and safe condition now and he didn't need to worry.

He had a lot of time to heal after all.

Author Note:

Hello everyone, welcome to the first oneshot of a multi-oneshots fanfiction. I had this idea for years and at first I was a bit hesitant to post this fanfiction online because I was afraid I would lack my English writing skills (which honestly it's still really bad) but I'm trying to improve by posting more and hopefully receive critics and reviews from readers (if possible).

This is my first Historical Hetalia fanfiction, so please feel free to share your thoughts and give a review of this because honestly I would like to know your opinion with this story of mine.

See you soon!