Where Thou Art, That Is Home (Hetalia Fanfic)

Chapter 17~!

It was a fairly modest reception. Earth-friendly napkins, cups, silverware, etcetera. Gourmet food and cake. She would have approved.

But the ceremony was the real tear-jerker.

The coffin was carried by America and Germany while Canada, France, Kadi, and all the other friends and family members followed. A human pastor had been hired to speak, and Milo, Tatiana, and Evan got to go first when it was time to place their flowers on the lid. Most of the nations were straight-faced for the entirety of the ceremony, but the three Williams children were most definitely not. And Canada... He looked like the saddest thing in the world, but not a tear fell.

Hope was the only thing left in his emotional barrier. Otherwise, he would crumble.

Shatter.

Splinter and fall.

Day Twenty

It wasn't completely my decision to bury her today. America was lacking in faith, and it was hard to say no. Well... Maybe somewhere deep down, I agreed with him.

It's been nearly a month since you disappeared, Alice, and I had to finally tell the kids that you were dead. They cried... a lot. And I hugged them close, of course.

Alice, I love you.

So come home already.

I put a bell on your headstone, and a string goes down to tie around your left ring finger. It's there so if you come back, we'd be able to know.

I also made a promise to put flowers on your grave every day. I intend to live up to that vow, Alice.

I think... I think I'll write to you as well. But with the rain coming, it might wash away my words...

I'm glad Milo and Tatiana were able to go to their first day of school without grief. I promise to you that I'll make sure they keep up with their work. They'll adjust, but you had better come hom soon so you can be their mother.

~In a different, faraway dimension~

Mystery POV~

Haaa... This is terrible, truly terrible. The attacks are losing their pattern and there's still no way of fending them off. Is this our fate? To die in this horrid fashion? No, we shouldn't  accept this.

I darted around the trees, moving swiftly and gracefully. At the moment, there was peace and quiet in the forest. The animals calmly foraged, the insects flitted about on their daily tasks, and the others oversaw the realm's wellbeing. Well, what was left of the realm, anyway.

The sorrow of this situation was literally weighing down my shoulders, so I stopped at the base of a tall, majestic oak to take sips of my canteen and breathe for a moment. At this rate, we wouldn't be able to survive to the first frost of the year.

"Why can't there be someone who can help us?" I muttered in vain. No one was coming, because no one ever did. That was our lot in life: dodging our adversaries because they would only crush us underfoot. And we were bound by our very nature to not fight.

Suddenly, the ground began to quiver and shudder in agony. They were coming!

"Ah!" I cried out, bolting up and quickly refastening my canteen to my belt. I darted away from that tree regretfully, though there was nothing I could do about it. I was powerless against them.

As I hurried over a brook and weaved around more and more ancient, wise trees, I saw something oddly red out of the corner of my vision. Doubling back, I zipped over to investigate.