Wars Will Have Their Victors

I Miss You

I walked from the hospital and sighed heavily. I just replaced Prussia's flowers. he's been in a comma for 3 months now and I kinda missed those crimson orbs of his. I couldn't go one day with out thinking of his chuckle or his outgoing personality and frankly no one was better in that department than Gilbirt was. his pet chick, Gilbird, never left his side. the poor thing was on a hunger strike. I wish I could stay by his side like the small bird. but i had work and when I wasn't working I was crying and when I wasn't working or crying I was singing with Austria until my voice was hoarse, then i'd cry and tug on my throat's pain. all I wanted was for him to wake up and everything be like it was. even Germany is off. I couldn't focus on work let alone seeing Alfred a few times and feeling sorry for his broken leg and arm. I didn't have to help him for long because Mexico mostly took care of the American. I headed towards the Vargas brother's house hoping they'd cheer me up. I gave three or four light knocks to the door. "Ishbala! come in I made pasta!" Italy smiled as I walked in. Romano sat at the table with his feet hoisted high on the kitchen table, eating a tomato. "thank you Veneziano." I nodded at the smiling burnette. "still crying like a baby?" Lovino scoffed biting into his tomato. "No." I stated as a light blush tinted my cheeks. "I was gonna say...if you are...I have a shoulder...and you can cry on it anytime." he smirked. I rolled my eyes. "Ishbala do you wanna go somewhere with me today?" Italy asked. I rolled my eyes again. "I don't know." I smiled a fake smile at him. "you wanna go with me?" Romano whispered in my ear. "ugh!" I pushed him away. they both looked in surprise and confusion. "I hate how you Italians think your so smooth." I crossed my arms. they bilnked and couldn't believe what I had just spurted. "Mama Mia this and Ti Amo that..." I grumbled. "I was just trying to cheer you up...you've been crying so much lately I thought you needed a good friend." Veneziano sighed. "I know...but...then theres this one." I raised an eyebrow at Romano. "what!? what kind of compliment is that!?" be yelled. "its not." I smirked knowing that I was winning. "It should have been coming from an ugly Prussia-hung girl like you'" he argued. "wha-!? Prussia-hung?! oh...and I asume your lazy self is better?" I squinted. "At least I'm not crying over some one as stupid as..." "ENOUGH! enough about Prussia! he was more of a man than you'll ever be and braver than you ever were! You didn't know him like I did so how would you know!? he was everything to me! and guess what I made a mistake and I said I was sorry! your just saying he's an obnoxious person because you're jealous! Don't say anything if your too ignorant of another person!" I stormed out slamming the door and ripping the handle from the door. I stormed to the hospital and fell to my knees at the side of his bed. I cried heavily in his chest grasping his hand tight. "Prussia come back to me...Cant you hear me? Im safe...so...so wake up...please..." I sobbed. I looked up at the ceiling and let out audible crys. I had to force myself to leave again, I now was standing in front of Russia's grave. "I hope your burning in hell right now." I spit on the stone. I grabbed a beer bottle from my small backpack and drank it staring angerly at the grass while tears silently rolled down my red angered cheeks. I felt arms around me and I leaned back into the warm person. "I want him to wake up." I stared at the sunset. "i know but...you cant just vaste your life vaiting for him Ishbala." the German sighed. "I want to...its my choice to make." I reached a hand up to cup his cheek as my eyes met soft blue pools. his expression softened and he lent down and kissed me. I felt rain trickle on my cheek, warm rain. I opened my eyes to find that it wasn't rain. I turned and hugged Ludwig tight. "he loves you...he'll come back." Germany asshured me.