Hetalia Shtuff

Bittersweet Farewell(?)

It was done, over with. Italy was finally free of Reve's grasp. He had woken up, alive. Everyone, especially Germany and Japan, were so relieved. Southern Scotland, however, had to have been the one who cried the most. Well, besides Prussia and Hungary for sure, but still. She was just so happy to see the Italian back in reality. She felt so happy. Overjoyed even at the results of their victory. Yet... why did she still feel empty..?

Something seemed to have weighed heavily upon her, like an anvil hanging barely by a string over someone's head. Anger, worry, indecision, random jealousy? Southern Scotland could not really pinpoint exactly what she was feeling, but didn't want to for now.

Instead, her attention laid elsewhere, mainly to Italy of whom she was so glad to see again. As everyone had started to leave the room to head off to a pancake dinner, she watched Italy and Germany walk out together, small blushes and happy smiles on their faces. Her lips let a sigh escape, her feet starting to carry her out as well. Her eyes didn't glance back, but when they did, they only landed on the mirror in the Ascension Room. Giving a small chuckle and shake of her head, she was not even a few feet from the door frame when she heard faint speaking.

'Wait-' Southern Scotland stopped dead in her tracks, her head turning just to the right for her to see behind herself. Her eyes widened, her mouth becoming slightly agape. She saw- no, it couldn't have been.. could it? That long, jagged white hair; that ghost pale skin; those electric blue orbs that she never was able to take her own navy one(s) off of..

Slowly, she turned on her heel and started back toward the mirror. Not even being a foot away from its glassy frame, the figure shown in it flinched and began to fade. "No wait!" The Scot pressed a hand to the glass.

She thought she had been late already, but soon saw his partially see-through self materialize in the mirror once again. Her lips slowly formed a smile, her cheeks turning from their pale pigment to a light pink tint.

The Dream Reaper kept his gaze set downward, only glancing upward once to see her looking back at him. "......" She inclined her head to the right slightly, her fiery locks partially uncovering the left portion of her face she usually kept concealed. No particular reason why. Well.. other than her heterochromia: her right eye, that one not covered by her hair, was navy blue. However her left, the one that was concealed, was an emerald green. Oddly enough, the only one who knew about this that she had spoken to of it was England.

"I'm sorry.. did you say something?" she asked, since she felt she had heard him speaking just now. Reve shook his head silently, but then sighed in an exasperated way.

"..you were the only one.." Southern Scotland gasped, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion and worry. "W-what? I-I what?" Reve looked as if he sucked in a deep breath of air before his smooth, misty reverbing voice came again.

"You were the only one.. who really.. I-I just.. wanted-" He then began to weep, numerous tears beginning to flow from his eyes and stream down his paper-white cheeks. She nearly started to cry herself, but kept her tears in for another time later on.

Before she knew what she was doing, her finger drew up against the mirror and traced itself along the outline of the Dream Reaper's face, trailing along the clear and wet streak of where a few fresh tears had strayed. Reve gasped in a bit of a hiccup-y way as he saw what the Scottish nation was doing. His eyes drew up past her hand and to her face, his eyebrows drawn together in sadness and confusion.

The Scot gasped. Yet she didn't make any move to take her finger from its position against the glass. They both stayed like this, gazing at the other. One with a tear-stained face. The other with reddening cheeks, which were getting darker with every few minutes her navy and emerald irises stayed laid upon the Dream Reaper. Even if it was merely the outline of of his face, which she found almost alluring.