Title: Eomma

Rating: T

Summary: Hyung and Yong soo knew mommy was never around, so Hyung wrote letters to him instead. However once he gets older he finally realized why none of his letters were getting through. Human AU Based on this song. www . youtube watch?v= Y3sYCVi1mRo (remove the spaces) This would probably be under the tags family/hurt/comfort only without the comfort

Pairings: RoChu

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia in any way shape or form. Hyung Soo belongs to Lo-wah on Deviant Art.

IMPORTANT NOTE: Ok, since all of you kept asking for a sequel, I decided to make this a collection of one-shots so you can get the dynamics of this family a bit more. The Genre's will vary from one-shot to one-shot and for the most part won't be connected to the previous unless I decide otherwise and will often depict scenario's that may be different from the previous i.e. the last one had china missing another may be the whole family. Also some may be human AU while others may be their usual Nation-verse. You'll see which it is in the description above along with the genre's. Happy reading.

***Hetalia***

First letter

Eomma,

It's been a year now. We really, really miss you. Abeoji tried cooking from one of your recipe's last night. It was kinda burned but still ok. We ate it anyway, even if it was kinda bitter. Me and Yong soo started kindergarten this year. I carry a picture of us all in my backpack. Yong soo learned to swing by himself, even though he still misses you pushing him. We both sleep with the light on, that way if you come home, you can come in and kiss us goodnight. We miss you eomma. When are you coming home?

-Hyung soo

Second letter

Eomma,

It's been five years now. How come you didn't write me back? Did my letter not get through? Perhaps, that does happen. We're both in fifth grade now, Yong soo really likes computers, but we both think math is hard. I framed that picture of us I used to carry in my backpack, and both of us sometimes sleep in your old t-shirts. I didn't tell Yong soo, but I think it still smells like you. We don't sleep with the light on anymore, even though I can tell Yong soo still wanted too. We miss you eomma. When are you coming home?

-Hyung soo

Third letter

Eomma,

It's been ten years now… now I finally know why you never wrote back… The truth was hard on both of us, but I think Yong soo is having a harder time…. Don't worry though, I'm taking care of him and abeoji….. We started high school this year…. Yong soo has a boyfriend now too….. I made the honor roll… I hope you're proud of us…. Yong soo also joined the soccer team….. can you see him on the field?… I'm thinking about joining the military…. do you think I can be a soldier?… I know you'll be with me when I'm deployed…. we try not to be sad…. but it hurts…. I hope you know we both love you….. more than anything….. can you see me?… This will be my last letter, and this time, I know it will reach you….. Rest in peace eomma.

-Hyung soo

Sealing the envelope tightly with a Hello Kitty sticker, the raven haired teen went outside with his letter in one hand, and balloon in the other, securing the two together tightly with the tape he had around his wrist before walking to the nearby playground. It was abandoned, as he expected as it was still too early for any children to show up.

He remembered when he was young, how the whole family used to come here. How he and Yong soo used to play on the swings for hours, their father Ivan pushing him while their mother Yao pushed Yong soo. How they would eat snacks in the sandbox, and on occasion chase the ice cream truck with Yao then pester Ivan into paying, although he really didn't need much persuasion. And even the time Yong soo fell off the slide and needed to go to the hospital.

He looked up at the cloudy Autumn sky, a brisk wind tossing his bangs and chilling him through his jacket. Still he was still, staring up at the sky and sitting down on his favorite swing, waiting for the wind to die down. Once the breeze stilled he took a breath and released the string, watching his letter and balloon float high into the heavens until it was nothing more than a tiny red dot in the otherwise grey sky.

'Eomma always liked red, and Hello Kitty. I'm sure he'll appreciate that I remembered.' he thought, continuing to watch even after it had already disappeared from his line of vision.

He remained there for a while until the wind picked up again, this time from behind him, rocking him and the swing ever so slightly as though trying to push him gently. He looked behind him, watching a few fallen red leaves dance in the wind behind him before landing in the sandbox. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he smiled before going to the sandbox and sitting on the edge, picking up one of the leaves and holding it close to his heart.

"I'll come here again." he promised, sifting the sand through his fingers fondly, "I love you, eomma."

The wind blew once more, scattering the leaves once more before dying down. Still Hyung remained where he was, holding that single leaf in his hand tightly, but gently enough not to tear it before finally allowing himself to cry. A privilege he had been dying himself for far too long now.

Ivan's letter

My darling Yao,

Things have been hard since your passing but I think I've been looking after things well enough. I still can't really cook from your recipe's. I don't know how you did it. We all still miss you dearly, things haven't been the same without you around. This whole place just seemed more alive when it had your special touch. I finally gained the nerve to tell the twins the truth today. Yong soo cried right away, but Hyung was silent the whole time. I haven't really seen him cry since I told him, I think he may still be in shock. They're both doing well in school, and Yong soo is on the soccer team now. He even has a boyfriend now, a strange American boy that I don't particularly like much. You probably wouldn't have liked him either, but they seem happy, and I know that's all you wanted for them. You remember how we were worried about Hyung since he needed surgery to take care of his underdeveloped liver? I think you'll be pleased to know we were worried for nothing. He was twelve when he had the procedure done and now he's just as healthy and active as any other boy his age. Though I do worry about him sometimes because he seems so introverted at times. But his teachers tell me that he's a good public speaker and a natural born leader, so I try not to worry too much. Today was rather odd for him though, he left early today then came back late this evening holding a leaf. When I asked him about it he just said it was a gift from you and went to his room to press it in one of his books. Yong soo also has an odd habit, I've often caught him awake late at night, looking out his window and talking to the stars. I've heard him say eomma a few times, so I assume he was speaking to you. You always were very clever and creative. I still miss that about you. I haven't remarried since then, I never really found the need. I'm not interested in a new lover, and the twins still have you, therefore bringing another into the equation seemed rather pointless to me. I suppose I'll end this letter here since it's getting rather long, but before I do I just want to say that I still love you, and I always will. Good night my dear.

-Ivan

And thus another red balloon floated soundlessly into the air, this one from the second story window of an old house into the starry night, where a single shooting star fell. More beautiful and meaningful than any other star the word has ever known.

***Hetalia***

A.Q.: I'm sorry, I was sad when I wrote this. I swear I'll write a happy one about these guys at some point and add it on, but until then I'm so sorry for writing this. Reviews are still appreciated, though if you don't want too I can understand. Bye for now, I need to cry this off and write something happy.