Yay, another (depressing) story! :D And it's short too... BUT! I am working on a multi-chap story! Heck, I have two different ideas... But the main couples for both are GerIta and Spamano! c:
But for now, you'll have to wait and settle for some hinted USUK inspired by Listen to the Rain by Evanescence...
Disclaimer: I own nothing. But I wish I did...
Rain beat steadily around the blonde nation. Around him, mud covered bodies of his famously powerful army littered the torn battlefield. Despite the mud, the great nation found himself on his hands and knees, tears silently falling from his glassy evergreen eyes. He fisted the mud in agony as he watched his salty tears mix with the rapidly falling drops from above.
This never had to happen, the tattered nation thought.
It's just too hard to say goodbye… Whispered the rain around him. The battle weary nation sat there for quite some time, just weeping with the rain. He had been through several other wars and battles before, but now… it felt as if his heart had shattered.
He had been his little brother; his best friend. Until he decided to become independent. The soaked and bloody blonde swallowed the lump in his throat. He knew that's how nations worked, why was he getting so worked up. A dreadful feeling of loss, heartbreak even, hung over him like a hungry vulture.
He closed his eyes, just listening to the rain along with a few low rumbles of thunder. Hurry, The defeated nation snapped his head up, his tear rimmed eyes wide open. That voice… That sweet, sweet voice. Open your eyes, you are loved.
His lip quivered as he turned to face his little brother, the one that had just left him, only much younger. The younger image of his brother gently tiptoed over to the shocked nation- short, blonde hair bobbed with each step and sky blue eyes shone with such youth and joy, much unlike the cold stoic face the nation had seen earlier from the soldier. Short pudgy arms wrapped around the nation's quivering chest. I love you, big brother, the image comforted with an innocent smile on his delicate lips. And I always will.
The image vanished then.
Stunned, the heartbroken nation stared at the spot where the image just stood. His little brother. The nation felt his lip quiver violently as a silent tear forced its way down his blood crusted cheek, embarking on its journey to reach the muddy ground.
America… The nation sobbed, finding it hard to stop the vile tears.
America! He wailed shamelessly to his mutilated army as he crumpled to the mud beneath him, sobs wracking his injured body. All while the rain beat steadily around him.
It's just too hard to say goodbye…
