They had all had them; those humans that had earned a special place in their hearts and on their lands. No one was sure what it was about these mortal beings. Why it was that after their deaths, the Nation who had loved them would cry. The tears were never the kind that was shed on the battlefield. These ones were silent-something to be hidden and to show only to a select few or none at all.
Why? Why did he have to….
A few of these pitiable mortals were well known to everyone in their country and all across the world. A select few were openly claimed. Every Nation recognized that fact when it happened, but their fellow humans would never truly understand the implications. The rare ones were the loves that no one knew about. When those fragile mortals left their beloved countries behind, the sky above opened up and the very land seemed to bleed.
I…I know it's hard. But believe me, you'll get over it!
Every Nation eventually moved on; you have to when you live forever.
You're crying…. I understand. I miss her, too.
But forever engraved into their minds and on their hearts were those few special, pitiful, beautiful mortal beings.
How can you smile like that despite the tears?