A/N: I don't own the characters implied in this. R&R please! :)
-Green and Red-
He just laid there staring at the thing.
It's presence disturbing, yet comforting.
He couldn't for the life of him,
Understand why such a small thing affected him so.
It was an accident.
He wasn't sure how it happened.
He felt a pinch along his arm,
a line of red, just below his wrist.
It wasn't deep or painful,
but it was big enough to break the skin.
As blood seeped from the line,
He knew that it had to be cared for.
He put down the object that caused this.
Grabbing the box of bandages,
He opened it and began his search.
They were all either too big, or too small.
Finally as he neared the bottom,
He found one that would work.
He opened it and placed it over the red line,
and went about his day as normal.
That had been hours ago,
But it was all he could think about
as he lay on his bed.
The silence around him gave his mind
the room it needed to explore
the feelings the bandage brought.
Why did it bring him peace?
Its placement was rather awkward.
To outsiders it looked deliberate.
Hell, anyone would think it was.
Just below the wrist isn't normal.
Accidental cuts don't happen there.
He would have never done it on purpose.
He was too much of a coward.
He knew that.
Everyone who knew him did.
Was that the reason for these feelings?
His want for it, yet the inability to do it?
It wasn't like he hadn't thought about it.
He had and yet it had never come into being.
He rolled over onto his back.
He placed his arm over his eyes as his mind wandered.
He heard cars driving past his window,
Saw the lights flash against the wall.
Again he pulled his arm away,
and stared at the bandage.
It was nothing special.
It was bright green.
His 'dumb-ass' brother thought
Neon colored bandages would be better.
The green bandage covered the red line.
It was simple, yet it seemed to be more than that.
As he stared at the green of the bandage,
His mind began to wander to other greens.
Green topped tomatoes, green leafed trees,
Green grass, HIS eyes.
Now that the thought about it,
It was almost the same shade as his eyes.
Was that why?
Did it remind him of those eyes?
Those eyes that watched his every move,
No matter what.
Those eyes that had seen so much.
Those eyes never held malice towards him.
No matter how many insults he hurled
at the man the eyes belonged to.
That man was always there.
He never knew when
to let a sleeping dog lie.
Yet he never wanted the man to go.
He knew that he must have hurt him
he threw so many insults, fists and
other items that were around at the time,
towards him; the man must've hated him.
In all honesty he had no idea.
The man's eyes never held pity,
for him and his terrible temper,
or anger for all the abuse
but the man never held him.
The man was probably the same as everyone else.
Only caring for the 'cuter', 'nicer' one.
Never him, always his brother.
Was that why he hated and loved the presence
of the green bandage on the red line on his wrist?
-The End—
A/N: Wow this is my first time writing something like this. I don't really know what to say here. I tried to allude that 'the man' was Spain I hope it came across. I showed this to a friend and she didn't get it but then again she doesn't watch Hetalia, so I 'm not sure. I hope to have at least one more story posted before band camp starts in the next few days. Hope you guys liked this, Please review! :D