A/N(Angie): Hey, guys! This is just something random we came up with. It'll most likely need reviews to continue, though.
Mati: Basically, you guys can send in requests/ideas, and we'll try to write a poem or a one-shot based on it.
Piper: It can be anything, but we don't really recommend ships. Especially if we don't know the ship very well.
Angie: If we can't write a poem or a one-shot, we're so sorry...you can try to come up with another idea...
Mati: For now, enjoy this poem of feels! The PoV is Prussia, and 1947 is the year that...well, I think you can guess what happened.
DISCLAIMER: We do not own Hetalia: Axis Powers.
1947
When
It happened
The unthinkable
It hurt
Him
Badly
Like a thousand knives
Slicing into skin
And
He writhed
Thinking
(Knowing)
It was the end
Of him
Of his life
And
It was regrettable
("We regret to inform you,"
They later said)
That
He did not
Get
To live longer
To see the future
But
He knew
That
At least
His brother
Would live on
Even though
He knew
His brother
Would live alone
With the burden
With the blame
Of the war
The terrible war
And, in a way
He had the blame as well
And if it meant that he died
And his brother survived
He was fine with that...
