S: I don't own LGMH or Hetalia. Pairings:
SuFin
USUK
PruCan
Chibi/HRE
SpaMano
Nobody saw me for the real me.
I knew I was scary, terrifying, intimidating. Nobody could see through my demeanor, and my accent didn't help. A simple hello turned into an incomprehensible word.
Until Tino helped me out. He was the first to understand me, and he helped me through my tough times. He didn't care that I was scary, or that I couldn't speak right.
Tino, I admire how you look through everything and see the real me. Your LGMH.
By Berwald, Sweden - Love
Real love never dies.
He had left me once; said he wanted to be his own person. I was broken on the inside, and I knew I never wanted him to leave. Now I know how much he really cared for me. To leave me, because he knew that I would be better off without him.
I am married now, to my beautiful husband Alfred. The same one who left me those years ago. Alfred Effing Jones, you, your crazy hero complex, and your undying love for me GMH.
By Arthur Kirkland, London - Love
I saw him.
I thought he was just another wierd person in the background, one of those people that everybody passed over because they were strange or different. But since I had met him, every day had become clearer. He was my own personal flashlight; leading the way for my awesomeness to follow.
He was the visible one all along. Birdy, your awesome LGMH.
By Gilbert Beilschmidt, Berlin - Love
He was my first, and my last.
I thought I had been in love. I knew I had been in love. Holy Roman Empire was my all, and my heart nearly split when he left and never came back.
I was looking through my old stuff in the attic when I found the last letter from Holy Roman Empire. Dear Feliciano, you know that I love you. But I am sad to say that I may never return. Please don't forget me, but don't cling onto my memory. You deserve somebody for your own. I love you, and you owe it to yourself to pass on your own love.
I'm sorry, Holy Roman Empire, but you know that I can never let you go. But I hope, that wherever you both are, that you know that your LGMH.
By Feliciano Vargas, Venice - Love
Damn.
I hate how you love me. But somehow I still find it endearing.
CH-CHIIIIIGIII! I didn't mean that. Of course I meant that...Ah, screw it.
Damnit, Antonio, why does your love fucking GMH?
By Romano Lovino Vargas, Venice - Love
Aw, my favorite was Romano's...it was just so easy to write in his personality!