Okay, so I had this in a dusty file deep in my laptop. This is probably an unusual pairing... but Korea has been around longer than most would have thought so it could work... I found out that there was an ancient Korean kingdom found way before the Roman Empire. Personally, (because it's convenient for my story) I consider the existence of a hetalia character dependent on the people he/she represents. I mean how do you explain Prussia? (That was a rhetorical question. Don't answer it with an answer that will ruin my reasoning for my story or stories...)
Also, I'm a bit biased because I'm Korean... so this is why I even thought of this kind of pairing. That and the fact that I find a character that is considered as almost a legend(Ancient Rome) kind of mysterious. Don't you? (Again, rhetorical question. Only answer if your answer is pleasing... I'm feeling sensitive today...)
I do have a tiny idea in the form of an irritating itch in the back of my head for a big story for this if it goes well, but I doubt it will. So, if you're interested in this kind of story, tell me in your reviews. If not, ...well, I would like it if you reviewed anyway.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything that is even remotely close to Hetalia... (Seriously, not even a poster or anything!)
"…please don't do this…?"
I said nothing as he stared at me, his eyes practically begging. I quickly turned away, afraid that I might be swayed by the guilt and his pained expression.
Next to him, Germania glanced at me with pity. I knew how pathetic I was. Lying in bed, too weak to move. Dark circles rimmed my tired eyes, and I knew my two friends were pained by what they saw. That's why I want to do this. To end all of our sufferings.
To stop his tears.
"…I'm sorry… but I need to do this. My people are suffering."
"Then Germania and I will help! Just please don't do this to us…?" I could hear the tremble in his voice.
"…I'm sorry," that I can't make you stop crying; that I have to leave you like this; that I'm breaking our promise to always be together.
Tears rolled down his cheeks as Germania comforted him with a gentle voice which I've never heard until now.
"Shh… It'll be fine. He'll be free of suffering if we do this. Rome will stop hurting."
I would find the situation to be laughable if it weren't for the fact that I'm too weak to even laugh.
Me, the great Empire of Rome, had crumbled and was lying in bed, withering away. I had been the most powerful, the most influential, the greatest power of my time and here I am. Lying in my own filth. Wilting. Dying.
He warned me. My friend who's begging me to live had warned me that my own power would be my death.
I didn't listen. I should have, but I was too greedy to do so. Now I'm paying the consequences.
"Germania," I called to him. "I'm ready."
He looked up and cautiously walked over to me, leaving the other in the corner to stare at me with misty eyes.
Germania hesitantly pulled out his sword. He looked me over and eyed all the scars that were littered over my body. One more wouldn't matter.
Everything slowed, at least for me, as the sword plunged into my chest, where my heart lay. As blood gurgled up to my mouth, I smiled at Germania, who solemnly nodded his head as a final farewell.
I turned to the other; his tears were flowing freely now.
With my last breath, "Don't forget me, Im Young Soo."
My eyes were hazy and dotted with black spots, but I was happy to see him nod and say in a choked voice, "Goodbye."
I know. I know. What a dramatic and cheesy death, but that was how it went. That was how the great Empire of Rome crumbled into nothing and how its spirit died. I guess I should put this to an end now. But... there is one thing I wonder about... How will my cute little grandson turn out?
sniff sniff So sad! WAAAAHH! ...just kidding... I really can't cry. I mean seriously, it's like I have absolutely no tears in my body!
Anyway, any questions; just ask. I'll be happy to answer them.