Hetalia Oneshots

The letter

I wrote these next ones ages ago but I'm moving them

It had been ages since Gilbert had gotten a letter from his awesome birdie. Maybe a few months...five probably. He hated that feeling of unknowing, yet deep down he knew Mathew was dead.
"Gil...pay attention." His brother, Ludwig, demanded. He was going over something, something Gilbert hadn't been listening to at all.
There was no way he was going to listen either. The chatter only succeeded at ripping through his already tattered heart.
Look at you. A voice in his head taunted. Look at how unawesome you've become.
No amount of awesome could fill the empty hole in his gut. There was no cure to his loss.
"Gil, look up, Feli's here." Gilbert didn't want to. If he looked up all he would see was Feliciano, Luddy's boyfriend, looking at Lud like Mattie used to look at Gil. He couldn't stand seeing the two together anymore, it just hurt so much. He didn't even know why he decided to come along with his brother. It was all just a stupid waste of time.
"Gilbert!" Ludwig's voice took on a furious tone.
"Fine. Vhatever." Gilbert rolled his eyes and obeyed. But what he saw wasn't just some adoring Italian, it was his violet eyed Canadian too.
"Mathew!" Gil choked. He stood up quickly, knocking his chair over. It hit the floor with a loud clatter that made the other people in the cafe look up.
But Gilbert didn't care about most of the eyes on him. He only cared about the pair of violet ones.
He leapt at Mathew, tucking him into his arms and cradling him close. "Mathew. Mathew. Mathew." He repeated over and over, smiling at the way the name bounded through his mouth like the heaving of some lovesick loon.
"I'm sorry...but who are you?" He asked.
Gilbert pushed him away and studied him. The look on his face was not like the one Feli used on Ludwig. It was like the one most people used on Mathew.
His birdie didn't recognize him.
"Birdie? It's me. Gil." He whimpered.
"I'm sorry. I got hurt in battle and now I can't remember anything...that's what they tell me..." He started. It was then that Gil noticed the bandage on his head. He fell to the ground, tears rolling down the length of his nose.
"If you know me...maybe you can help me remember..." Mathew knelt next to Gil, placing one soft hand on his shoulder.
"Oh Birdie." Gilbert wept. "I wish I could."
But the thing was, Gilbert loved how Mathew thought of himself, how he thought he really wasn't that important when to Gilbert he meant the world. There was no way Gilbert could describe Mathew the way Mathew thought he was. There was no way Gilbert could turn Mathew back to the person he loved.
His true Birdie was lost to him.