A prize fic for AskWangYao on deviantART.
I do not own hetalia.
Story told from Vietnam's POV.
It's not uncommon to see us together like this. You, sitting on the floor, legs crossed in front of the mirror, and me kneeling behind you, hairbrush in hand. I brush it through your long silky hair, and you lean against me. For just a short while, with us this close, I can pretend you have more than just a sisterly love for me.
I clip your trademark hairclip in your hair and sigh. It's done. I see you scrutinising yourself in the mirror, checking your appearance for any faults. I smile softly; you always were such a perfectionist. You nod slightly to yourself and turn to face me, smiling.
"Thank-you Vietnam!" you exclaim, jumping up and encircling me in your arms. I love your hugs more than anything, but you're so close it hurts, "Japan will love it!"
Japan… Kiku… Of course you would mention him. He's the one you love, your reason for living, just as you are mine. But I don't look forward to the day when our brother, who has had his eyes on that Greek boy for ages, finally tells you that he does not love you back. You'll come into my arms, but I won't be able to kiss your tears away like a lover, because I'll only ever be a sister to you.
I start sobbing at the thought. It is not a thought I have never had before, but every time I think it, it hurts the same. You pull back from the hug and I'm afraid you're mad at me for wetting your dress. You look at me in concern however, with no trace of anger, and bring me into a hug once more, rubbing my back like the concerned sister you are.
Sister.
A sister.
That's all I'll ever be to you.
I continue to weep into your shoulder.
It was kinda hard to write this, knowing little about these girls. All I really knew was that Taiwan adored Japan. AskWangYao wanted Hurt/Comfort, so I used good old fashioned unrequited love.