Some part of me wanted to write a poem. IDK why.
Don't worry, my pretties, I'm just taking a minor break from fanfiction. Schools starting, and I'm still in tune with my end of year New York trip.
I don't own hetalia; if you care, that franchise, my pretties, belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya.
My Dear, how you sincerely wish for love;
Why do you not except mine?
Every time, it slices across my heart like a knife
A knife-
Like the one I used to kill the man who got in our way.
He's dead now- not that it matters,
As that just means we're one day closer to our wedding.
Which- by the way, I gave you that ring, didn't I?
You said your thanks, but alas
I could see the lies,
Oh the lies.
Like how I found it in the fire that same night.
It's actually funny, that
We're fated to be together, but the cruel
Hands of Fate keeps sending more of those
People to stand in our way.
You still never thanked me for that time I poisoned
Her wine.
You never thanked me. Not for one measly thing
I ever did for us. Is it because
You do not wish to hurt me?
That cannot be true.
I still have scars from those dreadful days.
Is it..
No.
There can't be-
Somebody else?
You liar.
After everything we've been through you still lie.
Lie like a dead dog.
I was your hero, and you are a thief.
A lying, cheating, backstabbing THIEF!
There's probably some poor whore out there
Who was ked to believe they were your hero.
But that's okay-
Because I'll find them.
The last thing they'll see are the
Blue of my hateful eyes
White of ghostly hands grasping for air
Red of blood.
And when they're gone,
You will cry.
Then you will see me.
You will see my love, my devotion.
And you will finally say yes.
Yes to our marriage.
Even though you see
The blood seeping through my gloves.
My beloved,
I love you.
And now you will always think about Belarus writing poetry in her spare time.
Cheerio!