Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia.
Sometimes she answered with a question.
"Why?" Arthur questioned the colony sitting across the table from him.
(Do you fight for me.)
He patiently waited for her to set down the cup of tea and receive his long awaited answer.
Sitting down the teacup she leaned back in her chair with closing eyes as if she had not just been asked a question.
Was she going to ignore him?
Arthur realized quickly when a hand- wrapped in bloody bandages, cut and bruised because she was fighting for him- raised to run through her hair, that Matthew had not intended to ignore him at all and merely had been thinking.
She opened violet eyes- that looked so much older than they had the last time he'd seen her- and fixed with a stare.
"Why would I not?