Gone
Author's note: I do not own Hetalia nor do I claim to.
In that one moment, everything changed. Her whole world was turned upside down.
She took the letter and his necklace. Ludwig put a hand on her shoulder, "I am truly sorry, Elizaveta." with a sharp turn of his heel he left her. This was the last thing he would ever write to her. She dropped to her knees sobbing. He couldn't be gone. He was too strong to be brought down.
She would never hear his voice again; never feel his touches or his gentle kisses. He was gone. The next few weeks were a blur; she did everything without any emotions. But every night she had to sleep in their bed and cry herself to sleep. She never wanted anything more than to see his smile again.
A year had passed now and with every day, she forgot a little more about him. What his kisses felt like, how he would laugh softly or how he was sweet but only when no one was around.
She stopped in front of the door to her house; she didn't remember leaving the door unlocked, let alone open. She set her groceries down, cursing the fact that she didn't have her frying pan. She slowly crept into her house, looking into the living room she let out a scream.
"Well, that wasn't the response I was expecting," he grinned at her. She ran towards him, crying as she jumped into his arms. "Hey, now, no tears."
She buried her head into his shoulder, holding him tightly, planning on never letting him go. "Where have you been?"
"Does it matter? All that matters now is that I am home." he lifted her head up and kissed her gently, "With the one I love, ja."
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