Based off some pictures my friend took. They were so amazing :D
I will never in my life own Axis Powers Hetalia. Boohoo.
Warning: It's written in a retarded style. I have writer's block T^T
The air is salty and sharp and the sound of the waves crashing the cliffs is a beautiful dissonance and he can hear the seagulls crying as they glide through the gray-blue skies.
The wind is cool at the top of the cliff and it blows against his back. He can feel the edge of the cliff under his heels and he spreads his arms wide and breathes in the air again.
The ocean roars beneath him and he smiles because this is perfect. He is meant to be here and he is at peace; the chaotic mess that is his heart slows and is still.
He can hear the whistle of the dolphins now, calling to him and he closes his eyes so that the green won't conflict with the beautiful blue world here and he tips back.
He's smiling as he falls, his heart beating quietly, because this is his sanctuary, the powerful ocean that claims his being.
The seagulls flap their white wings as it's as if they are asking, "Can you fly?"
He laughs and it's a sound like the melody of the waves or the soft patter of rain or the quiet whisper of the tide at night, otherworldly yet with its own beauty.
"As surely as the ocean is vast, I can fly."
He falls into the embrace of the deep, yearning waters and does not resurface.
The waves break against the cliffs and the rocks and somewhere, a whale song has begun.
How was it? Awful? Horrible? Meh?
