Hetalia Oneshots

Winter -TaiViet-

I was in the mood for writing, and I wanted to write about my OTP. Unfortunately it turned into angst ^^

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I walked up along the familiar dirt path, feeling tears prickle at my eyes. There was a bitter breeze tugging at my hair, ripping the last colourful leaves from the almost bare branches and tossing them to the floor. I reached up with my free hand to readjust the flower in my hair, the usual pink swapped for a sombre black. Nestled in my other arm was an overflowing bouquet of plum and lotus flowers. My breath hitched slightly as I drew closer to my destination and I hitched up my long, dark skirt as the trail grew a little steeper up the hill and the path got muddier from the gentle rain. I continued along the track until I found what I was looking for. Pulling my coat tighter around myself, I lay the bouquet in front of the smooth gravestone and traced the words with my finger, my skin lingering against the cold grey stone. My vision blurred, although whether it was from the rain or my tears, I could not tell. I’d always hated this time of year, it had always seemed so cold and unwelcoming to me. It had been her favourite time of year though, when all the leave disappeared from the trees and it began to get cold. I had always been able to face the harsh winters with once she’d come into my life but now...

“Lien...” I whispered hoarsely, falling to my knees before the grave and burying my face in my hands. This was my first winter without my other half, my first Christmas since she’d been in the accident on the ice covered road. I couldn’t bring myself to like the cold anymore, not after it had stolen Lien away from me. “I-I miss you. It’s hard without you there... You know, it’s coming up to a year and it still hurts whenever I wake up in the morning to an empty bed or call up the stairs and only hear silence...” I mumbled through my sobs, rubbing my eyes viciously “I-I’m trying to be strong, but I’m not sure I can do this without you.” My voice cracked and a fresh wave of tears obscured my sight. I began to clear the auburn leaves off of the grave, desperate for something to do to keep myself occupied, when I noticed a small red box half covered by withered plants. Picking it up I opened it and had to blink heavily to stop more tears from overflowing. Sitting in the box was a beautiful yellow pendant shaped like a shimmering star. It had been a gift from me on our second anniversary and she had worn it whenever she could. Also in the box was another memento from me, one of the pink flowers that usually adorned my hair rested beside the necklace.

I finished tidying up the grave and went again to kneel in front of it, not ready to leave. It was one of the only places where I could still almost feel Lien’s presence. I stayed sitting beside my loves resting place for several hours, unable to tear myself away. Though it brought back painful memories to be here, I just couldn’t quite pull myself from the grave yet. But eventually, I knew I had to go, before Leon came looking for me. I didn’t want to worry my twin.

 I pressed my frozen lips to the cold stone fleetingly, and murmured goodbye. Just before I turned to leave my eyes were drawn to the detailed inscription chiselled onto the rock, one that I had chosen a few weeks after Lien had left me.

“You shared my dreams for the future,

You shared my past,

You were my first love

And you are my last.”