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Disclaimer: Still don't own Hetalia. Seriously.
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The air was humid, heavy, and laden with the smell of salt water. It was still early in the morning, with the sun just barely rising, and no one was around to question the presence of three strange men; strange because they felt familiar, although very few knew who they were.
The three were seated along a wall facing the sea, and a sudden odd breeze filled their noses with the seaside air.
"This is nice." The youngest mused, and the elder two, who were really not older by all that much, agreed, wearing smiles that were rare in each other's presence.
Not many people knew these men at all, and of that none knew about these meetings. They were completely secret, planned only with a meeting of their gazes and an understanding nod, and occurred so infrequently that they were never held more than thrice a century.
Another breeze flew, causing dark locks of hair to sweep across the men's foreheads; the Egyptian had opted out of wearing his hat that day, the Turk left his mask at home, and the Greek seemed a stranger without his many cats in tow. It was their day off; they did not have to be Egypt, Greece, and Turkey that day, and chose to leave Gupta, Heracles, and Sadiq behind as well.
This way, it no longer mattered who hated who, which of them was the victim of the other's brute force, whom from among their ranks was the conqueror and who was their conquered. This way, it didn't matter if one preferred to speak through his silence, and if one enjoyed napping more than socializing, and if one had an ego the size of their shared sea. This way, they could finally be together, history thrown to the wind and personal prejudices gone with it.
And the only witness was the sea itself.
End.
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