I actually wrote this for an assignment. Still can't quite believe it got through.
The usual disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia.
Calm, quiet, unassuming.
Faint smile against drab green.
Dark eyes reflecting bitter history.
Burst of hyper from behind, a lifted hand deflects it.
Two others: one with a twitchy gaze,
the second with a flash of glass against a screen.
Look past.
The smile is gone then.
Hands quiver. Don't meet that gaze.
The scars are born.
Thin walls, dead eyes.
A brief escape. Collapse again.
Look past.
Walnuts in the spring, a shield in the summer.
In the winter, a boy—a new neighbour, friend. Or not.
Calm, quiet, devastating.
Two almost-brothers.
Caretaker, guide.
Look past.
Reviews are always appreciated! But flames will still be used to warm up my bedroom.
~ThatLithuanianGuy
