Ciao ciao~ It's been a while, eh? I just recently watched HetaOni 2, and too much feels happened, so this little one-shot happened. Please enjoy~
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.
Everything was dark.
He couldn't see, or hear, or move.
It was suffocating.
He was alone.
He hated being alone.
But sometimes…it was a price to pay when your desire was to keep all those you held dear safe, and he could sacrifice his wants for the sake of his loved ones.
He had tried so hard to keep them all safe, but everytime, at least one was lost, and it was not him.
He tried and tried, but everytime, he failed. He failed to warn them. He failed to keep them safe. He failed to get them all out alive.
He smiled bitterly. He was a failure.
This time around, however, was different.
In the past, he had tried to get himself out along with the others, but none of his plans had worked. He realized later on that he was bounded to this place due to the contract he had made with the Thing, and was not to escape.
This realization did not deter his mindset on getting them out, even if it meant losing his life in the end.
He knew it was selfish of him to leave them behind, but there was no other way. He couldn't escape with them, but despite that, as long as they were alive and safe, it was enough for him.
He slowly closed his eyes, accepting the complete darkness once again.
…
For what felt like an eternity, he opened his eyes, and found himself no longer floating in the dark eternal abyss, but instead, in a beautiful flower field that seemed to stretch on forever.
The sky was clear and blue, and no clouds to cover the beautiful warm rays from the brightly shining sun, as a breeze gently brushed past his face.
He took in the warmth of the sun and the fresh smell of nature. He had no idea how long he had been standing there when he heard soft footsteps behind him.
"Italia…"
The familiarity of the voice made him whipped his head around, and came face to face with a blonde haired and blue eyed man in a black hat and a black cloak.
The man was holding a flower bouquet out to him with a smile on his face. "I'm home…Italia."
He continued to stare eyes widened at the blonde man, but soon returned the warm smile and accepted the bouquet as a few tears ran down his pale face.
"Welcome home…Heiliges Römisches Reich."
His life was indeed a small price to pay compared to theirs.
And there we go! Another HetaOni based one-shot, I was just feeling emotional...so yea. Please let me know what your opinion on this...and I apologize for any mistakes. Grazie and Ciao~
Italia – Italy
Heiliges Römisches Reich – Holy Roman Empire