To be honest, I really did think that Kuroshitsuji (Black Butler) would be my first anime that I would *attempt* to write about... But then I discovered Hetalia because of a good friend. So this is a short little drabble/ poem that I wrote while looking at Russia tributes on YouTube. This is my first so yea. xD Hope you enjoy~

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A longing

A field of sunflowers.
A longing.
A loathing.
A hatred for the coldness.
For General Winter.
Who takes away all my happiness.
Who pushes away everyone away from me.
Who is slowly hardening my heart.
Breaking it.
Freezing it.
Until it is no more.
A rock of ice.
Withered.
Dead.
Grey.
White.
No more.
A longing for the untouchable.
How I wish.
How I wish I can have a small taste of happiness.
How ever fleeting.
If only...
If only something would break free of this harshness...
If something as small as a sunflower...
One that can survive.
No matter what.
That is what I want.