Treasure Hunt(Pirate England/ Hetalia story)

Author's note.

Hey guys! I don't pretty know who is reading this, if someone has this story at his/her/they library and he/she/they got a notification for an update, or is just someone who just checks the chapters but... This isn't an update.

"Wow! Really Porto? You don't say." Many people will say but please... Hear me out.

First, the story will continue, unless something bad happens at me.

Second! Today I lost my little sister. Yeah. In my point of view I was the middle child of my family and not the youngest. Today, my dog, my sister died in my arms. She was the most beautiful dog in my eyes. She grew up with me. I grew up with her... She was the only one who was there to listen to every of my problems. The one that understood me better than the rest of the people I call family and friends.

She was 14 years old and 4 months. I was 4 when, we got her as a pup, we got her and she literally saw my brother and I to grow up. To be adults. As me and my brother were leaving the house alone to buy candies and all the things we wanted as little kids. She was barking. Screaming at my parents that we needed help and that we were leaving. That they were blind and foolish for leaving us to leave, or foolish for not understanding that we were leaving. That we were fragile. But as the years we kept doing that she understood that we were always going to come back.

So she started doing it herself and we were freaking out, because she could be easily killed at the road in front of my house. So one day as she left, she became a mother. But, in her eyes, she was already a mother. She raised us.

Again as the years were passing, the time that she saved us from thieves and burglars were so many that she lost her voice for a week once from the barking. As weeks were passing and years, she always had the energy to go for a walk and run. She wasn't the dog to wait for her companion. But the dog who made them ran behind her.

Every once in a year, she saw the person who saved her from the road and gave her to us, my godfather. She always remembered his smell and she was always waging her tail.

But the years kept passing and passing until one day she didn't eat and vomited. We were giving everything we got, every drug that the vet was telling us to give her. And so, she slowly started to come back on her feet. Until today.

Today she ate only at the morning and we tried to give her food but she didn't want it. She just laid down and breathed hard from around 12.30 till 20.25. She tried to stand only for her to fall in my open arms, and caught her. But after some hours passed with me giving her water she tried to get up and fell. And then was the most frightening thing in my life. As she tried to stand again she cried.

I couldn't bear to hear it again and I immediately got her up and laid her on a big pillow so she could rest, away from the hard ground. There I stayed until 18.45 when she slowly got up and walked with my help. Then she just laid outside and in front of her friend. A rabbit named Eary. They had an unusual bond as she was a hound for hunting rabbits and he was a rabbit.

Then about at 19.30, she got up with my help and we sat at the big pillow together. She was breathing hard and I was there petting her where I knew that she liked. I was dirty, filled with salivas, hair and even water with a drug inside. But I stayed next to her, even though my parents were telling me otherwise. 

So, when the time went 20.15 she started crying as she couldn't move and was at the big pillow. I was talking to her, telling her that she was going to get up and run again. That I knew how she felt as I had broke my ankle not more than 5 months before. And I knew how she felt that she couldn't walk or run. But when the time went 20.20, suddenly she started looking around like her brain got damaged and then I saw her breathing fast and hard. As I carefully helped her to relax she just stopped doing everything. She just looked at the empty space. Like she was waiting for someone to get her away from her body. Her angel. And she hardly breathed. My mother then came and said that the best we could do was to let her alone. To go away peacefully and not with us looking at her and be ready to cry. And so I hugged her and left as my mother said how much we loved her. After two minutes we went to check her and she was gone. My mother also told be that she didn't want to go with us around. To know that she hurted us.

The time was 20.25 (at my time zone) and then I nearly fell on the floor. My knees giving up on me. But I stayed strong. Then I took her colar away, saying that she will be free from now on, without someone to be able to hold her from running, from digging, from destroying pillows or doors. Without someone being able to hold her with a chain. No... I wanted her to be free.

And so... I said my farewell to my little sister. The one that died tonight. I was the one next to her, and saw her like that all day. The one that had her as a little sister. The one that promised from a young age that she will be together with her when she was about to leave. The one that this loss pained the most.