On the creative writing series of M. Kirin in youtube, I bring to you the tenth exercise (I know I skipped a few, I'll write them eventually)
This time in the Hetalia fandom again, enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia
010 - Tears and silence
She looked like she had a hundred things to say, but she wasn't talking. Not a sound came out of her throat. The wind caught her dress, and a few strands of her hair, but she didn't seem to notice as she pushed her hair into place and placed her fingertips to her lips in a gesture no one around her could understand. She had her eyes open, but filled with heavy tears, too heavy for such a young girl. People passing by were amazed she could even understand what was happening and still not cry aloud, not even say a word. A man behind her touched her arm but she didn't move. She kept looking at the grave in front f her like couldn't tear her eyes off of it.
"In memory of the sacred territories of the Holy Roman Empire"
He'd never come back now, and there she was, looking at his grave longingly, like she couldn't believe it and, at the same time, had almost expected it. Her knuckles turned white as she clutched her dress in her tiny fists. Some tears fell to the floor, turning the light grey of the grave into a darker shade.
She then turned around, looking for someone in the crowd. Hungary... with an open hand, the kid asked for her broom, the one she always carried with herself. It had been a present... But it came back to her anyway.
Holding back tears, she started to sweep the grave and its surroundings. She still hadn't said anything, but with that simple act, she brought tears to the eyes of everybody who saw her.
Did I deserve a review? I hope so! :D
~Lena Lawlipop