Hetalia, Found You!

Chapter 8: If I die young.

I don't own hetalia.

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Hetalia, Found You!

Chapter 8: If I die young.

Ilvero Amore's POV.

I walk around the town, just admiring the lives of people. I didn't realise how busy the town was until I came up today. Sit on the bench, I take my sketch pad out and flip to the page of Italy. After colouring in the last section, I hold it away from me and look at it. Perfecto!

I flip the page to a clean one, and draw a circle. I draw the countries and the sea. I draw a chibi me at the side for good measure.

" 'Scuze me madam, could ya please not sit on that bench?" Said an elderly man from in front of me. I looked up, and saw he was holding his wife's hand. They looked about 80. It was actually a rather heart-warming sight.

"Of course, I'm terribly s-sorry." I say nervously, putting all my stuff back in my back pack. I stand up, and bow apologetically. He smiles, and I walk off, letting them sit down together in peace. I walk through the town, and towards a different forest. Day-um, this place has a lot of forests. I climb up onto a fallen log cross legged, and pull the sketchpad out again. Grabbing my colours, I colour it in again. Finishing off the hair off my chibi, the drawing was surprisingly quick and simple.

*start song on side here*

I put it in my lap, and hum quietly to myself. I remember going to Austria's house the once, ad he played me a sweet tune... I wonder if I can remember it...?

I stopped. I couldn't breath. A searing pain shoots through my chest, and I clutch at my heart. I start to cough, and cough up blood. Lots of blood. Some splatters onto my drawing, and it goes all over the chibi me.

There suddenly was a cut on my arm. I clutch it, and it bleeds through my fingers. Then a cut on my leg. A hole in my chest.

They were fighting.

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I sway as I walk. I could hear the battle cries as I walk forward. Almost there. Just up this hill, a little more.

Step.... Sway....

Step.... Sway....

Step.... Sway...

I reach the top.

The sight in front of me was horrific and nearly broke my heart physically in two.

The countries were fighting. Fighting. So much blood from the armies they command. So much death. Pain, suffering, hate. All the worst words in the world could describe the battlefield. The noise of shells exploding, guns being fired aimlessly, they all hit my ears as once, and make me disorientated. I sway again as I stand, and start to fall. I fall faster and faster off the edge of the cliff. I was wrong, it wasn't a hill. I wonder just how many things I was wrong about.

I land in someone's arms. These arms, they are the same as before...

I look up, and see Italy. I smile, and breath heavily. None of the others had noticed me yet. They continued to fight. So much fighting.

"So you were the one who... caught me before..." I say quietly, cupping his cheek gently with y own cold one. He keeps his hold on me, tightening it slightly so that i was pressed against the warmth of his body, but so that he could still see me. He lets out a broken sob, and I brush away a tear softly.