"Artie, you know what you're going to do is dangerous, right? After all, we're in the middle of a war, you can never know what would happen"
"Right"
"Then why must you? What if-"
"There's no what if's... Only now or never" mumbled the brit, almost to himself, leaving a speechless nation to sulk alone in the room.
"I hope you wouldn't regret your choice" the said moping nation wished.
Night passed and dawn came, Arthur found himself quietly walking in the path of the bloodied battle fields to meet up with the nation whom he asked to see
"Hola, Inglaterra, it sure is a surprise when you have called for my presence" he greeted, smiling all the while at him
The other scowled in return, "I just wanted to settle this thing over and stop this useless war" he muttered as both advanced towards each other, hands hidden behind their backs
The spanish man chuckled, "I feel as if we're some kind of cowboys in a standoff point." The blond kept quiet which the brunette took as a cue to continue. "Do me a favour, please?"
"Spill" he mumbled quietly
"If and when you get what you wanted, please take care of my beloved people"
The other nodded thoughtfully and replied, "As mine"
By some mutual understanding, both nations prompted to remove their hands off their back.
By instinct, the gun was fired. Bang
Few white petals flew in the process but the hand holding it kept its grasp as the holder staggered towards the shell-shocked man.
A gentle touch and the lethal weapon was removed, replaced by a single pure white rose now-turned-red.
"Una ofrenda ...de paz ...para mi... papa."*
[A/N: Just uploading a dusty file. hope it's not too much of a stereotype D:]
*a peace offering for my papa
