Disclaimer: Hetalia and its characters do not belong to me. Hear my heart break.
Warning: Disturbing. Sexual implications. Vague mentions of non-con/rape. Sort of incest, but not really because it still depends on how you see it. But then we're talking about how they see it, so, yeah....
Full Circle
Xielle
"It all began with Him. And it will never be over. I cannot help in between."
There was darkness, then light, and then there was Him.
When I look back on it now, it was all a blur of pictures, and ink, and brushstrokes, and family. But all the while, there was Him.
In early mornings, as I watch the sun rise.
When I think back on it now, it later became clear, steady memories of unique home-cooked food, and stories, and games, and brother. During all those, there was Him.
In lazy afternoons, as I feel the winds flow.
When I feel back on it now, it was there when I woke, and it was there before I slept, and it was there in between, and… - No! Nonononono… - There was Him.
In quiet nights, as I hear the cicadas cry.
Thus it is no surprise when – until – now, there is Him.
And I want to consume Him as he did me, and I want Him to hate me as I can't hate Him.
Because it's wrong – so wrong! Impure! – which was why I left it all behind. I left Him behind me.
But I find that even amidst cherry blossoms, and despite an ocean apart, He persists.
As He always has for His thousands of years of existing.
So I try again.
But even amidst blood, and scars, and begs to Stop – Stop! Stopstopstopstopstop… Stop Little Brother! - there is still Him, under me; around me. He persists.
As He always does while I take Him again and again.
But so do I.
He has seen darkness, then light, and then I.
Whether morning, noon, or night, as all He has is me.
Before He sleeps, and after He awakes – He remembers.
And in between… in between, He feels.
Feel as I once, twice, Always – always and always and always and alwaysalwaysalwaysalways… - wished and dreamed He would make me – I make Him – feel.
I will hurt, and I will love, and I will hate.
I will take Him, again and again – protest or no – and again, and He will be Mine.
He will fight, and He will leave, and He will survive. He persists.
As He always will evenas I haunt His worst nightmares.
But He is already Mine.
And it will never be over.
At nights, when I can't sleep… I will have the memory of Him – under me; around me, and I would touch, and…
Then there was darkness, then light, and there was Him.
End.
05.23.10
/AN/ Yes, actually. I disturb myself too. Which is why this took some time to write, despite being short. But the idea won't leave me alone. Nor the pairing, which is probably why I'll write more of it.
Also, this is a slight - if grossly misinterpreted and influenced by head-canon(read: Imagination) - reference to the rape of Nanking (China's past capital, though I forget which year - wikipedia it it you're interested to learn more). I mean no offense, but this just became a loose interpretation using characters from Hetalia.
I actually like this pairing, for reasons I'm not even sure of yet.
