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...