Drabble: Death
The house burned and burned around him. Who would have known that a nation's true house was connected to the nation itself? No wonder it had been falling apart during the last few years… Or was it decades?
As the fire crept closer and closer to him he wondered if he wanted to run out of the house and live. For some reason he felt as if he would make it…
But he stayed in the house, feeling the blistering heat reminding him how it was America who was burning down, dissolving. And it made him wonder, if Alfred was already dead and America was dissolved… What did that make him? Maybe Prussia would know…
Excruciating heat shook him out of his thoughts, he noticed, with a very disorienting calmness, that he had caught fire. And it hurt more than it used to. He fire crawled up him and burned into his skin, searing and blistering and-
He was going to die.
Not like that strange darkness a nation fell into when their human body was 'killed.' Actually die, go into the unknown and never come back.
It was strangely comforting.
He took one last look at the room around him, feeling a slight pang as he saw the beautiful portraits of his beloved states being eaten away by the insatiable flames.
"Goodbye Virginia, goodbye everyone."
Blackness.
I do not own Hetalia.
This is a drabble, it was supposed to go with the next chapter but I felt like it didn't work. Also, about the flashing blue eyes thing, it is actually something to do with this RP I'm doing with my friend. I'll see if I can publish it if she lets me. And if she doesn't I have a back up reason.
Next update is on Saturday.