it should have been a chapter for Relativity but I can't add chapters to Relativity and I was just WTH is happening? never mind i wish you a happy reading time.
gosh
it's too short to be a proper story damn it
disclaimer: be grateful, world, that i don't own hetalia and its characters. no history whatsover.
notes: grammar errors, totally my fault.
it sounds ridiculous, this thing sounds ridiculous, everything she can't control sounds ridiculous, but –
stop thinking, nat. he tells her one day. just be.
but she's belarus and natalya arlovskaya so she will never and can't 'just be'.
she thinks and finds cracks in everything. (because in all honestly, nothing in her whole is a whole, her family used to be a whole, but now it isn't.) people have gone wrong. places have been destroyed. and many questions never find the answers.
— and that's what she is and does and feels.
she kisses him good bye one night when he's sleeping, because she's not brave enough to leave him when he's awake.
and when he wakes up, his side and his heart are cold.
the greatest tragedy of all countries is that they remember thing clearly, things that make them hold regret and pain, and for that they go on wandering what could have happened, how it could have been different —
lukas is no exception. when he's the kingdom of norway, he wonders about anko. when he's lukas, he thinks of her, of what happened — a moment she was here, and the next —
— gone
— much faster than he could perform magic.
when he falls asleep, he utters a quiet 'goodbye', as if she was still here.
he knows, oh, how well he knows her, that she will, definitely, find a way to wriggle herself out of this.
kill me. but not before review. i am a review whore.