If this was a Movie: Not a Simple Hetalia Fanfiction

Chapter 12 : Rewind... Rewind...

Days ago, Arthur asked me something when we're talking individually.

"You love that frog very much?"

I nodded.

He frowned and mumbled, "that's bad..."

"Why bad?" I looked at him curiously.

"Miss, that's so hard to tell you directly." He asked, "mind I tell you a story?"

I replied, "sure, go ahead."

"Well, I have had a lover before. She's just like you, a human. She's a gorgeous French-American, just like Francis. I fell in love with her, at the first sight when we met..."

He smiled softly and continued, "we dated for years, then we happily married, then she got pregnant."

"And then?" I looked at him.

Arthur looked at me, his face was making more wrinkles. He took a deep breath and said, "she had never been into this world anymore."

I stared at him, feeling shocked.

He said, "day by day, my memories with her were fading from my mind. Till that day, I could not find her beside me. She's already pregnant for months; we've... even gave the baby's names. If it's a boy, he would be John Kirkland-Bonnefeuille. If it's a girl, she'll be Lisa Kirkland-Bonnefeuille..."

I could see his emerald eyes were leaking tears. Seemed that was really a bad thing for him... wait did he just said "Lisa"? Alright, I'm gonna ask him.

"Arthur, so... did you get your past memories back?"

"I would have forgotten her forever if America had not told me about the things he heard when he was at a restaurant with his pet alien."

Mon Dieu. So Arthur is the father of Jeanne d'Arc's reincarnation? Wow.

But what was Arthur going to tell me?

"I see."

"Well, Francis would forget you, like me. He might not get the memories back unless he saw you again, or someone reminded you to him."

"Mhm."

"Just please... don't leave him in the dirt. He has been hurt for millions of times."

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I snapped myself back to the reality. I peeked back at the pool from the outside. He was kissing a girl passionately. Not my friends, but one of those girls who was invited by Alfred.

'Urgh! Maybe I should not listen to Arthur but be staying with Francis!' I thought to myself, sobbing while walking along the empty pavement.

Seeing him being happy with her, all the same, I wished that was me.

But perhaps, leaving him alone is the best solution to let him remember me forever, and ever, and ever...

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"Hey! Wake up! The school is going to close!" I heard the janitor's voice from the classroom.

My eyes fluttered open, looked around. I was still at school and still, I was a 15-year-old pathetic single schoolgirl.

The time was the start of the Easter holiday. Everyone has already gotten back to their homes.

"Dieu..." I rushed to the locker and packed my things for the holiday, then ran to the MTR (metro/underground in other places) station, heading back to my apartment.

In the train, I looked at my things, they were still like what it used to be like before I was in the anime world. I stood in the crowd, looking at the surroundings. That was just like what I normally see every time I get back home, tightly-packed, and dead. After a while, I hopped on another train, then found a seat.

I sat down and started to think.

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In the Hetalia world, I experienced love, I experienced a breakup, I experienced happiness, I experienced sadness.

Was that really a real thing?

This may be the best thing I've encountered in my life, or maybe that was just an illusion, a final fantasy in my deep, deep mind.

I took out a notebook and a pencil started putting down all the things I had encountered in that place.

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Months have passed since I left the Hetalia world. Now I finally entered the 16th year of my life.

Throughout those days, I wrote a short story about me and posted a lot of drawings into my Instagram. People liked them, and I was so pleased.

It's a nice summer day. I have just finished my piano lesson. I sat at the café, gazed at the bustling streets. The place was really nice, that I would like to forget all the bad things in my mind.

I took out my sketchbook and started to sketch...

The streets, the cars, the shops... they're too easy to be put into this sketchbook, so I found a target to draw.

I looked around, finding the one who would be the next model in my drawing...

There she is. I started sketching her on the paper. I observed the person from afar, hoping I would clearly see the details.

Wait. Why did I see a beard in a female's face? That was not a girl, that's a guy!

I thought for a while, this man seemed familiar. His muscles, his locks, his skin... He must be Francis.

'Bonjour? Francis, can you see me? I am sitting not far away from you....'

'Je t'amine, you know? Now can you remember me?'

'Is that really you?'

This must be my illusion. No, this is real.
That was my final fantasy. No, that was real.

I couldn't help thinking, couldn't help remembering. Those memories... no matter they were genuine or not, they were too real, too real to experience, too real to be hurt...

May I get back again?

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If this was a movie, I could film again.
If this was a movie, I could edit them out.
If this was a movie, I could do it all over again.
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But what if I could really have a chance to do it again?

~ The end of the first encounter.