The silky white dress embraces her willowy figure. She stands still, planting her feet on the cold hard ground. Her (h/c) locks are brushed and shiny, crowning her face to show off her (e/c) orbs.
He comes, pleading with the maiden to reconsider her decision. Strong, calloused hands grasp her arm to hold her back. A soft "no" leaves her pink lips. The man begins to shed a tear out of his midnight blue irises, not wanting to see her depart.
She meets his lips in a warm kiss, rubbing his back to console him. His hands stroke her cool, silky, wind-swept locks. They seperate, all too soon for his liking.
The wind begins to blow, her footsteps leaving the man. A misstep causes her to fall off the concrete
the
wind
catching
her.
***
How's
that
for
aesthetic?
Norway does not belong to me.
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Hetalia: Nordic 5 Oneshots and Imagines
FanfictionThe Nordics are one of the most popular groups in Hetalia, but they still need more love! Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya! Cover art does not belong to me.
