Memo:
So I have NOT done any of the quotes or love one shots and it frustrates me! So I was pretty sure I lost the touch of writing love but I decided to give it one more shot, and wrote this. I wasn't sure if it was any good, but I fell in love with this song so I felt like writing this. Reviews of all kind is welcomed. I need to be flamed and criticized people to get better and motivated!
Disclaimer:
I do not own Hetalia
(Listen to "A Thousand Years", while reading this)
number 5 :
I loved you for a thousand years
Victims:
2p!Eclipsia x 2p! Norway
The smell of smoke burned my nostrils, the shouting of the doctors and soldiers rang deaf upon my ears and I could tell, even with the dark visor of the helmet, I was soon losing my sight. I couldn't feel anything anymore, my spirit is leaving this world, a world I tried my best to fight in.
How can I leave?
How can I leave those I love, behind?
My friends, my family, my people.
My beautiful people.
The stretched shook my body back and forth, someone grabbing onto my helmet and ripped it off of me. I couldn't tell their reactions, but only the speeding of how fast they went, the blurry pictures and faces. I was losing this fight.
How could I be losing?
I have to brave and continue to fight.
Brightness filled my eyes. I was blacking out and awakening again. The darkness came and went, I couldn't hear anymore, my feet began losing their senses, my body was shutting down and they knew it. The darkness came again, but this time I remembered how I came here.
The crash, the bullets, my baby brother holding onto me. Philippines. I thought, he made it. I recalled the scenes, but too fast they came. I was with the Asia family, or what was left of it. Japan, Macao, Shanghai, Malaysia, Vietnam, Singapore, and Tibet; our fallen family.
Brightness.
Faces staring down at me of despair and grief.
Darkness.
I remembered so faintly of a hideout in the mountains. We, whom lived, embraced each other, spoke quickly of the war, and then BOOM! The noises of America's army throwing grenades ranged through the air. We ran away from the hideout, taking anything that will help the resistance and separated. Philippines and I went together, grabbed the motorcycle and quickly sped away. The Americans chased us down, a grenade was thrown, but missed us. Though it fallen away from us, the explosion tossed us off the bike. Alternatively we ran into the woods, the enemy soldiers began shooting, bullets hit the trees bark, flew passed us and some hit me. The bullets never hit Philippines not one touched him.
I took them.
Brightness.
Once more I see their faces. The resistance surrounded my bed each held the same emotion. Sadness. Grief. Anger, Hate. And others I couldn't tell. Someones hand reached out and held my hand. I moved my head in agony and my eyes widen. Right in front of me was Norway. No that couldn't be, he's gone.
Darkness.
Another memory. This time of me, dressed in the enemy's clothing. The Eagle emblem stitched onto the black uniform that America given to his Allies before the Great War. I was his ally. I was standing next to a smirking America, My eyes went wide and I was shaking so badly like a leaf in fall, ready to fall to the dirty ground below it. Norway, you were staring at me with your clothes soaked in blood a hole where your chest would be. America grinned his lips touched my cheek," Told him I was gonna blast him!". He laughed and turned away back to commanding his troops. And then I fell to my knees, a cry of despair stuck in my throat. I hugged you and wept, your own arms embraced me.
"Min kjære , don't be afraid," he uttered," I loved you for a thousand years."
And he passed.
That day, I worked for the resistance. Every day, every breath, every second was a step closer towards Norway. I knew I could find him again. I want to tell him, "I love you for a thousand years and a thousands to come."
Brightness.
It wasn't him.
Francis.
France smiled down at me in sadness, he brushed back the bangs from my eyes, and gently he spoke," Just one step closer." I smiled, tears (I couldn't tell if they were mine or his), ran down my face. France knew, he supported me, he along with Prussia and Spain welcomed me to the Resistance with open arms, he who helped me so much and now here he was telling me, I was closer to Norway.
"Mon ami, do not be afraid."
One step closer.
"For I love you more than a thousand years."
My eyes fluttered, France closed his eyes, his hand holding onto mine tight and then the darkness consumed me.
I believe I will find him.
I will find you, Norway-kun.
Time had been nothing but cruel to me. From the day we met I loved Norway, from the day I joined America (so foolish I was) I still loved him, and now here I am just one step away from him. I began to opened my eyes and stared into those familiar deep violet blue eyes. I smiled and embraced him.
"For a thousand years
I love you for a thousand years
I will love you for a thousand more."