After watching dozen of sappy love stories I tried my hand at one. I don't own Hetalia, but it would be cool if I did. Enjoy
For the past 10 years, I have been sending you these letters. Dozens after dozens. I write my feelings and heart in each word on the page. Yet I sent these letters, but no reply.
In the first year, I am aiming to be a baker! People say practice makes perfect, right? WRONG! You and me could never cook, at all, even when we practiced! We would just burn stuff and laugh about it later. Gosh, I'm trying my hardest . I truly believe I might be able to cook like Francis and fix you something edible.
In the second year, I started my career in writing! I always wrote short stories to you and you reply by saying " You should become a writer (Y/N)" I decided to listen to you and do just that! I can only dream about my future. Hope to see you soon love!
It been three years already, but you don't reply, why?
In the fourth year, I became a successful you believe that Arthur? My dream finally became a reality. I'm really grateful for that advice. Guess what my cooking has IMPROVED! I'm not as good as Francis, but I'm getting better. Looking forward to your reply. I also got you a signed copy of Doctor Sleep by Stephen King , my gift to you.
In the fifth year, I finally can cook like Francis. I never thought the day would come that I was able to cook actual food! I'll even give the recipe on how to make awesome biscuits scones. Despite Alfred's caution he went ahead and ate one ( he's okay no worries). I made you some and put it on your desk every day. How come you don't eat them ? I promise they are really good. Also I think you're mailing to the wrong address I'm haven't gotten any of your letters.
In the sixth year, I went under my bed and found our keepsake box. There's so many memories in them. Like the time when I dyed your hair pastel pink and eyebrows blue. You got so mad and turned as red as Antonio's tomatoes. Our that one time you took me to London and I took pictures of every thing. Such good memories in here, Arthur.
In the seventh year, I got in an accident. I couldn't recall an single thing besides, I love you. I wanted to tell you that, but you wasn't there. Where have you been lately, I miss you. Well said I would have to stay in the hospital for sometime. Please come by I miss that sweet face of yours.
In the eighth year and ninth year, finally said I was good enough to be released. He smiled,but something dark was inside his eyes. I watch waaayy too many scary movies. SAdly, I still have amnesia. I keep writing, but you never respond. Are you mad? I'm so sorry if you are.
In the tenth year, I was about to write to you when I remember everything. I cried so hard. I'm not sure I have any tears. You died 10 years ago.
" Heyy (Y/N) don't walk so fast!" I turned and smiled. I continued to walk down the sidewalk teasing him to speed up. I didn't see the drunk driver, but Arthur did and grabbed me and turned me around. I was so confused one moment he was alive and smiling now he's dead with a pained smile. Why didn't I listen to him and slow down. I held him tightly hoping for Arthur to come back to me. And to say he never did.
The once dry page was soaked in my tears and ink from the broken pen. I miss Arthur! I hate myself for not listening to him. Despite knowing the answer I went outside to my mailbox. Empty as I suspected it to be. I went back to my desk and clutched a poem book from Arthur. For these lost 10 years I sent letters to an angel who couldn't reply.
Little did (Y/N) know Arthur read every letter you sent and watch you every day. " Brighten up love I'll always be with you, (Y/N)." He whispered in your ear as a single tear rolled its path down his face.