Klaipeda sighed and kicked a stone, shoving her glove clad hands into her coat pockets and snuggled her face into the soft blue scarf wrapped around her face. Appreciating the heat her breath made, Klaipeda snuggled deeper, and kicked another stone. Standing still, the lithuanian girl took in her surroundings. She was standing at a square, an old women sitting on a bench, but no other human in sight. Atleast, not infront of her. Letting out another soft sigh, and pushing her side bangs out of her eyes, she plopped down on a bench. Squirming a bit, trying to warm the damn thing, Klaipeda didn't notice a certian blonde nation until he was leaning on the back of the bench, blocking out some sun.
"Hallo" Germany said softly. Not bothering to take her nose and mouth out of the warm scarf, Klaipeda merely threw him a glare before gazing out at the empty square. A car passed by while the two sat in akward silence. Klaipeda slumped down in the bench, ignoring the other's presance and letting her cold eyes drift closed.
"Prussia misses you y'know." Germany stated. The girl opened one eye, glaring at him, hoping that he'll get the message and walk away. But the blonde nation, much to Klaipeda's annoyance, ignored the harsh look and kept his gaze fixed on an unseen point. The lithuanian sighed, finally making the german glance her way. Sitting up a bit, and taking her mouth from the humid warth of her scarf, she sniffed.
"There is no Prussia." She said quietly, and Germany glanced at her in surprise. The young girls eyes suddenly showed held back sadness and lonliness, and she sniffed again. Germany couldn't help but admire the sight. Blonde hair glowing softly from the sunlight, in two messy braids with random flitting from the slight breeze. Her green eyes betrayed sadness, hurt and anger, but her face a calm mask. Before Germany could register what her was doing, he swept a piece of hair from her face, and let his arms fold around the girl. Klaipeda visibly stiffened, staring into the distance, visions of war, blood, and of death flashing before her eyes, one letting a tear slip threw. Angrily wiping at her face, Klaipeda stood up ubruptly, throwing Germany's arms off of her. She felt a sob well up in her throat, and shot a teary gaze at her former caretaker. Germany merely stood behind the bench, feeling helpless and slightly afraid of the girl. Snuggling her face back into the blue scarf, shoving her hands back in her pockets, Klaipeda walked away from the man, not looking back once. She left behind a broken german, as he watched the love of his life walk away into the winter day. Tears fell from his cheeks as he turned as well, watching the ground as he walked, kicking a stone, shoving his hands in his pockets, and cursing whatever force made him love the stubborn girl.
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AHH I've been feeling so emo for the past couple of days, and and and...This was created ^
Klaipeda is my oc. SO I make everyone in love with her cause it's fun. Germany had power over Klaipeda once, and yeah. R&R please?