This takes place after the Berlin Wall and East Germany ceased to exists. Hungary's POV. Lots of sadness to go around. My first fic so be gentle.
"So Here We Stand"
So here we stand,
side by side.
Amongst the oblivion of a fallen wall.
My head is seeping regret.
Punctured by shards of memories
whose edges have not yet been
dulled by Time.
So here we stand,
I meet your eyes.
They're singing a melody.
A soft, sad, sweet thing that
I heard a thousand years ago.
So here we stand,
with rain on our backs and
a lonely question on our lips:
"Why him?"
Finally you speak,
as there we stand,
Your piano weathered fingers,
Clasping around a pale hand
that is no longer there.
You say:
"He's gone."
The words drop to the ground with a
heavy thump.
Neither of us willing to acknowledge
Them.
They nip at anyone stupid enough to
try and clear Them away.
So here we stand.
The grave is quiet.
The grave is wrong.
He was never quiet.
There I stand,
a small yellow bird
With no happy notes left
perches on my shoulder.
You lean over and kiss my cheek.
I'm sure it's too salty for your taste right now.
You like sweet things. Like cakes.
He always used to steal them from you, though.
Remember?
As we stand,
A blonde man with
stress lines too deep for his age,
Folding his face into an image
of resolute, grey sadness,
comes forward and loops an old black cross
around the incorrect, offending headstone.
"Rest in peace," he whispers.
I hate those words.
So here we stand.
Prussia is gone.
He is dead.
Pushed and cramped to oblivion.
And my dumb head
Won't stop bleeding memories.
The rain picks up.
And muddies the ground.
Fancy black dress be damned.
And I'm crying.
The rain falls on my tipped back head.
And after a while I can't even tell
which is which anymore.
So here we stand.
Saying one last goodbye.
And I can't help but imagine
That wherever he is,
He's disgusted
With how un-awesome
We're all acting.