Misery loves company
Disclaimer: Hetalia is not mine.
I wrote this because humanity needs to take a closer look around themselves. Everyone has a tragedy. It's up to us to understand and help others through their times of crisis.
It seems as nations we always have those memories…those tragedies burnt into our memories. Seared into our flesh. The people of our countries, the places and cultures we represent, cause others to suffer. To hurt. We nations inflict pain on each other, yes that part is true. But it is not always us that do it.
We nations have to bear the scars. Remember the horrid events for years to come. The pain never fades. In fact it gets worse every time these dates draw near. We lose our ability to pull ourselves from our beds. We lose the want to eat. We all glare at the sun because it has no right to be bright and shining because we are in pain and misery.
A regular human's memory is like a sieve. Slowly but surely they will not really remember what exactly happened on horrendous dates like this. It will slowly fade away and become a myth. Something like in bible stories. You are sure it might have happened but you don't really know.
I have caused many a people a great deal of suffering. This is true. But that does not mean I haven't suffered as well.
That is why as I sit here, watching him I feel a great pang of pity for him. Even though we both still have some hard feelings about the past. It was greatly insensitive how they could make him come to this meeting on this day.
His hair lacks that certain shine it normally has. It looks a tad bit greasy too. E probably didn't care to shower this morning. His face is pale and sickly looking. His glasses crooked. He looks like he is ready to pass out on the table. No food occupies his face or the space around him.
He looks wrong…
And the nations have the nerve to pull him out from his home where he could lick his wounds just so they can bicker about nothing at all.
"Everyone. If all of you are just going to sit here and act stupid…shouldn't we just call this waste of time to an end. Da?
The nations stopped and looked around. It seemed to work. Slowly, one by one, everyone left the room after gathering their things.
This just left me and the sickly one alone in the room. He glared at me and for once, that smile that I would normally put on to unnerve people, didn't grace my face. Instead, I stood up and I mead my way over to him. I put one of my hands on his shoulder and leaned down so that my mouth was right next to his ear. "You need a drink."
[This is supposed to be a one shot…but this could definitely turn into a multi-chapter. Tell me if you think it should become that.]