Times of the Past. Ch. 1 A/N:
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I open my lungs dear
I sing this song at funerals, no rush.
These lyrics heard a thousand times, just plush
A baby boy you've held so tightly,
This pain it visits almost nightly
Missing hotel beds,
I feel your touch.
I will wait dear
A patient of eternity, my crush.
A universal still, no rush.
No dust will ever grow on this frame,
One million years, and I will say your name.
I love you more than I can ever scream.
We booked our flight those years ago,
I said I loved you as I left you.
Regrets still haunt my hollow head
But I promised you that I will see you again, again.
I sit here and smile dear.
I smile because I think of you and I blush.
These bleeding hollow dials, this fuss.
A fuss is made of miles and travel,
Roadways are but stones and gravel.
A bleeding heart can conquer every crush.
We booked our flight those years ago
You said you loved me as you left me.
Regrets still haunt your saddened head,
But I promised you I will see you,
We booked our flight those years ago
I said I loved you as I left you
Regrets no longer in my head,
But I promised you and now I'm home again
Again
Again
Again
Again
Again
I'm home again
The Morticians Daughter by Black Veil Brides
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Germany's POV
While we are country representations, we still have lives outside of our jobs. Our jobs dictate most of our lives but we still have a special part that belongs just to us. While our friends and lovers might change over the course of history, one thing will always remain the same.
My name is Ludwig Bielschmidt, the country of Germany. I once had an older brother named Gilbert. In many ways, people could say he was a bad role model. He was loud, obnoxious, greedy, and cocky. He never thought before he spoke and got evolved in many wars. He was a drinker and was therefore almost always drunk.
But in many ways that people didn't see he was the best role model I could have asked for. I always looked up to him. He always seemed so big and brave and undefeatable. I wanted to be just like him but I couldn't be loud like him or so overly confident. From him I learned that I had to branch out in my own and become my own person even though some of his quality's managed to stick with me.
What other people didn't see was how he was with me. He tried to teach me the ropes of life and how to be a good country. He taught me important values that I would later realize only after his death how vital they were.
Looking back long after his death I can still picture him perfectly. Milky white skin, snow white hair, red eyes always narrowed, mouth permanently frozen in a smirk no matter where he was. He always walked with his strong shoulders back and chest puffed out. No matter where he went, his presence was easily felt whenever he walked into the room.
He would come over snickering over Hungary or Austria or Gilbird and ruffle my hair, much to my embarrassment. Had I appreciated him as much as I do now back then, I would have been a better brother for him when he needed me.
He was strong and defiant right to the end. He died with that damn smirk on his face. He was gone and as over used this statement is, not forgotten. He left me with a life time's worth of memories that could make me smile even through the darkest moments.
Isn't it funny how some memories fade or slowly get changed and morphed in your mind while others remain clear? Those older memories were so fuzzy in my mind that I had almost forgotten them until I stumbled upon my brother's vast library of journals. I read meticulously over a long period of time until I had read them all. An entry of every day of his life. An entire countries life nestled within the pages of hundreds if not thousands of books as clear as black and white.
I will tell you of some of those memories so that you don't make the same mistake as I have. Just ask yourself right now, of you were to be struck down right where you are right at this very moment, would you have any regrets? Most likely you do. It's never too late to fix some of your regrets. Your life is not yet bound between the covers of a book; you can still go back and fix the regrets.
What I also mean to do is share some of my most cherished memories with you. I often think of these times whenever I get stuck in a ditch to help boost me out. When you read these, please occasionally stop and try to think about a deeper meaning or how it would fit into your life. Some might be more serious than others but they all have their own meaning and purpose, just like the moments in your life!
Even those old, dusty memories in the far corners of your brain will mean something if you look hard enough.
I guess that is all I have to say at the moment. I'm sure you're tired of my blabbing. Heh. Well I'll be quiet and leave you to read on.
A/N: Please comment. I'd love to hear what you guys think is the meaning and all that happy horse shit! :D Thanks for reading. It'll get better, I promise!