A/N This a oneshot I thought randomly. I hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia.
It was obvious, wasn't it?
The contempt, the hate, the disdain.
They all hated him, no matter what he did. He claimed to be the hero, but they claimed he was the fool, the fatass, the idiot, the disgusting immature child.
So, if all of them believed it, did that mean they were right?
But he didn't want to die. He didn't want to abandon his life. He loved his country, his people. He guessed he should leave a letter of apology to his boss.
His own brother would sometimes scream at him, shout, glare. Russia would insult him, England would push him away, China would threaten him with his debt, and the others, they would go on and on about all his flaws. So to be the hero, to make the others happy, it was the only way.
He had to leave.
He was supposed to be at a meeting, but this was the opportunity to make them happy. If he died at home, with no one waiting for him, they would be unhappy until the next meeting, but as a hero, he shouldn't make them wait so long for happiness.
He loved his land, though, and was sad to go. But nothing gold can stay, right?
The sun was high in the sky, and its rays hit the rushing water, turning it into glitters of diamonds.
Across the chasm where the falling waters lay was his brother's land, distant and indiscernible.
The railing was cold and wet, slippery and slick. The roar of the hurtling rivers drowned out all thought. Let it go.
And he did.
The churning white foam rushed to meet him, and he felt a sickening impact of his body against the water, like a cement slab. Pain shot through his body like a bullet.
"Alfred! No!"
And everything sank into a watery silence.
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower,
But only so for an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf,
So Eden sank to grief.
So dawn goes down to day,
Nothing gold can stay.
~Robert Frost, Nothing Gold Can Stay
A/N I hope you enjoyed it!
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