Things I Never Got To Tell You

III

Dear Prussia,

England is concerned about my mental health.

I say that as if he was the only one but seeing as Spain can't be around as much anymore, England is the one I mainly interact with.

Spain is having trouble and has been for a while now. And I'm all alone.

It's funny really, when I think about it, that Arthur is concerned over my sanity in the first place. HIM, the one that prances around talking to thin air, getting aggravated when his 'magic' doesn't work, questioning MY sanity.

The worst thing is I think he might be right. I don't see how we could have met again after your death. Perhaps I'm not all there?

However, moving on from that, something that I would discuss with you if you were by my side is...

I'll say it straight, your brother concerns me. He hasn't spoken a word to a soul (as far as I'm aware) since we sorted everything out after the war. Alfred is trying his best. It is not working.

He keeps glaring at Russia. The other just smiles back. I feel like Ivan knows something we don't. Not the best feeling.

Speaking of Russie, he has gathered more land. You'd be upset to know Hungary is one of them, though nothing could be done.

I swear to you, mon cher, if there had been, I would have acted.

I swear it.

Désolé, chérie. You know that is a lie? At least according to America. He and England are arguing more seriously again.

The black sheep is going for appeasement once more. I am too tired to do anything about it. Germany glares at me too. Did you tell him before you died? He knows either way.

He knows how much of a disappointment I am.

I can't bring myself to protect all that is left of the man I loved.

How did you stand me?

How could you have loved me? A coward like me.

A coward who writes to the dead in a book that was supposed to be diary.

You used to write those. I think Allemagne reads them sometimes but I'm unsure. He manages to hide it before I can check.

At least I managed to keep him from Russie and his thirst for control.

I say 'I' but that was all America. The boy really hates Russia. They both want another war but most of us feel there has been enough of those. The world wouldn't be able to survive it.

Matthieu is worried his brother will do something he'll regret again. He worries, in fact, that Amérique will do the same thing that he did last time.

Japon is still recovering.

As for the third, official Axis? Someone said he can't spend all his time with Allemange. Neither of the two are happy although Lovino seems to be.

Life is rebuilding itself. The world keeps spinning even after the horrors it encountered over the last decade. People move on.

Why can't I?

Why do I still believe with all my being that you're still breathing? Why do I believe what I saw when I was mad with grief?

Or is it just hope?

Hope that I can tell you all the things I didn't get to say? Or maybe at least just the one.

Je t'aime.

Ich liebe dich.

I love you.

Francis x

Changing format after half a year of not writing a story. Woo!