I Used To Remember You
"Memories are what warm you up from the inside. But they're also what tear you apart."
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Haruki Murakami
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, or its characters.
A/N: Okay, I had a flashback today. It involved some painful reminiscing about how when I was younger, I thought everyone loved me. As it turns out, that is not true. So, basically, I remembered how I was loved between then, and now.
Enjoy.
On Days like these, Romano mourns. Rain splatters the Glass window, as he stared out onto the streets of Italy. It pained him when he tried to remember what relationship he had with Spain, only to be met with horrifying results.
Memories seemed to taunt him, circling him, torturing him. He remembers smiles, and laughter, singing and dancing. How the Tomato Bastard used to read him to sleep, singing softly under his breath even after Romano closed his eyes.
Then one day, Romano woke up to Spain gone. He spent weeks trying to take care of the House, wondering where Spain went too. Romano felt scared, and abandoned by Spain, who promised to take care of him from the very beginning.
After weeks, Spain returned. He was blood stained, and had a wild glint in his eyes that made Romano shudder in fear. When asked, Spain simply said that he was away, to search for God, Glory, and Gold. He acted more…sinister. Romano watched as Spain slowly lost his mind in the strange New World.
He watched as he slowly lost his Spain.
In the end, Spain finally hit rock bottom when England defeated the Spanish Armada. He came home, a blank look in his eyes and it seemed to be like a statue. The Spain Romano grew to care for and love seemed to have vanished, leaving nothing more than a Shell.
Now in modern days, Spain smiled and laughed, acting as if everything was okay. But Romano watches, and he sees the empty shell, the bloodstained conquistador, the hollow laughter and smiles. Spain's eyes seem to be enjoying life, and its moments, but Romano sees the terrible longing in his eyes.
Romano's breath misted the Glass, and he eyed the fog distastefully on the window. Using his finger to make a small heart, he peered through the Heart. In it, he saw a laughing Spain, His Spain who didn't fake through life. He heard the soft lullabies that Spain sang and Spain's soft voice as he explained history and Español.
Smiling grimly, he wiped the Heart away, the images disappearing. He still heard the faint whispers of Spain, and he turned away from the Window. As he got up to go get him something to eat in the Kitchen, he allowed one more mourning thought to cross his mind.
I used to remember you.
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- BMTM