A/N: I haven't written in a year, and this is my first Hetalia fanfic, so I do apologize in advance. Hope you like it!
"...Davie...Davie?"
The voice rang in my ear as if my own mother were to repeatedly nag me. However the voice was not my mother.
Better yet, a voice of a child.
The voice of a child that I soon neglected to remember. The voice of a child I brushed off. The voice of the child I considered a friend.
A friend in which I flourished my knowledge of flowers and expressed my love for them. And I told him more about this specific one. I can't forget the way his blue eyes sparkled at the sight. I remember the awe expression on his face like he wanted to have one of his own. And I guess he ventured off after that, hoping I'd see him again. Though, he'd forgot about me since I never saw him again after that.
However, it was I who had forgotten about him.
Yes, I do remember seeing a young boy calling my name when I was young man, and then again when I was much older. However, I didn't recognize him nor knew what he was exactly.
A nation.
I learned a month before my death from a friend about the humans who personify these nations. I completely thought it was a myth. A tale to tell to children. And the day, I lay in my death bed was the day I've realized.
That child stayed a child from when I grew. That child was my friend from when I was a child. And he did not forget about me as I did to him.
A nation did not forget about me. A soon to be nation filled my death-bed with the blue flowers that are not grown in the area. The blue flowers that started it all. I was friends with a nation.
A nation...
Honored at the thought that I may have impacted this child's life, I greatly do hope he becomes a great nation as much as he was a great friend.
And as a great friend, I'll watch over him every step of the way even if he might forget about me.