Hello, this is my very first Hetalia story. I'm not that good at writing, so, hope you guys enjoy it! This is based on the lyrics one of my favorite songs, Come Closer-by Delain, a Symphonic Metal Band.
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN HETALIA
China put his hand on his forehead. His still had a splitting headache from yesterday, a day that he didn't want to remember. Yet the memory shone in his head, loud and clear.
Flashback….
It was another typical day for the nations. America had called another meeting to discuss their solutions to whatever problems they had.
When America was discussing military tactics, France raised his hand. His idea was to "switch to prettier uniforms, so that the others wouldn't look so drab." England, annoyed, asked him why he wore a cape during war. After a brief argument, they started fist fighting.
Everyone ran over to stop the fight, everyone except for China, who looked bored. He wasn't feeling too good, and he was using his hand to hold his forehead. Russia noticed his condition and came over, asking if he was alright.
China, who seemed too weak to answer, merely shook his head. He suddenly felt a sense of extreme dizziness and blacked out.
End flashback
Russia had taken him to his house and promised to take care of him. But he had been acting a bit unfriendly lately, not to mention him constantly running out and due to errands all of a sudden. This morning, he had left the house early due to something important, according to him. China was left feeling extremely lonely, wishing Russia could've at least said goodbye when he left. He went into the kitchen to make some tea, and decided to lay his head down after. He did, and soon fell asleep.
An hour later he awoke, thinking that he heard Russia returning. But no…there was no one there. The sound of the key in the door was just his imagination again. He sighed. Russia had always stayed with him whenever he was sick, and this shouldn't have been an exception. His mind filled with melancholy and fear that he would lose his best friend.
As he looked up to the ceiling, he remembered what happened 2 years ago. Russia had invited him over to his hometown, and China wasn't very used to the cold, so they went indoors, had some hot chocolate, and spent the rest of the night playing games as they watched the beautiful snowflakes falling outside. He smiled, for it was one of the most precious moments of their friendship. He wasn't sure if Russia remembered it clearly, but that time was pretty awesome.
Just then, he heard the sound of the door opening; Russia had finally come home, after his long errand. China looked up at him, his eyes still filled with sadness. Russia, looking into them, noticed how melancholy he was.
"What's wrong, China?"
China's eyes widened. Could it be true? Russia hadn't forgotten him at all despite all those hours apart?
Hesitating at first, China answered:
"Well, for the past three days, you've been doing nothing but running errands or going somewhere without me. All those times you left, you forgot to say goodbye to me, and I was afraid you were forgetting me…afraid of losing you, my best friend…"
Russia stared in surprise. He'd never realized China felt that way about him. He also couldn't believe what China had just called him: his best friend.
Russia sat down and pulled him closer. "I'm sorry. Can you forgive me?"
"Of course. Of course..."
As they shared a warm hug, China, lost in thought, was just happy to be able to spend some real time with his best friend again.
The End
Ok, done! So whoever reads this, please R&R, I value your opinion.