Erik= Norway
Magnus= Denmark
I do not own Hetalia nor the song If Its The Beaches by The Avett Brothers.
Some things tend to remind you of people. Whether they're loved ones, past infatuations, morbid enemies or the best of friends there's always something to remember people by. Maybe a favorite stuffed animal that was beloved by a sibling or a favorite food that your best friend made you when you were melancholy.
People are always remembered with certain things.
Erik knew this.
Erik knew this almost too well.
He had spent months on hand to think about what happened and why he did what he did. Why he had made sure that the only person that he believed,at the time, would never leave him left.
Consequently, that thinking was almost always partnered with a walk or a glance outside his window.
Everything about his home reminded him of the love of his life.
The soft, golden sand, just like the color and texture of that person's hair.
The rolling waves that seemed to carry almost anything within them swirled like the brilliant azure of his eyes.
The way the sun shined down in the beach almost constantly and brought warmness and jubilance to the people who were there to see it. Just like the man's personality.
It was magnificent how this thing that Erik now hated closely represented the person he once loved the most.
The person he pushed away and realized what he had done after he was gone.
That's why he hated the shore but could never leave it.
He was always there with Erik, at the beach.
The same notion rang many miles away, in a land that wasn't as foreign to Magnus as it was to Erik.
The soft, golden sand, the exact same color and texture of that person's hair.
The sea, when in a storm, swirled with emotion and with mystery. The same as his.
The gray clouds that appeared too much for his liking, reminded him of the other's cooling presence that attracted him, and not much of anyone else, to the other man.
He'd only wished that he would never have to leave the shore.
That one day he would come in and sweep him off his feet, just like before and they'd live happily together in the place he loved. He only hoped that the other had forgiven himself for what had happened.
Magnus forgave him.
However, that was wishful thinking he knew was never going to come true, even though he thought it almost everyday all these months.
As long as Magnus resided at the water front, he would always be reminded of him.