Litost [ヘタリア/ Hetalia]

※ Litost ※

Glazed eyes, tears threatening to fall.

When did it happen?

He looked at her body, her [H/C] tresses sprawled around her face, framing it. The small smile on her face, the one she had whenever they spent the night together, she in his arms as they watched the movie that she always chose.

"It's the best one!" She'd argue.

Of course, they proceeded to watch it.

Her navy blue vichy dress had a red stain that had stopped growing minutes? Hours? Ago.

He didn't know; for the time had halted since he saw her stiff figure, the carcass of the woman who had spent her days next to him.

But, of course, life had another thing planned for them.

He knew that they were never going to stay forever, since he would outlive her.

It was a curse presented as a blessing.

Perhaps if he had not accepted that fate, she would still be between the ones with a heartbeat.

He saw as the workers pulled up the white sheet, letting him see for the last time her delicate visage.

She had asked him,

"Do you think I'm pretty?"

"Of course." He answered, as she trembled slightly, looking at him through the mirror.

She covered her face with her hands, "Why are you still here? How is it that you haven't left already?"

His eyes dropped to the floor as she started sobbing. He made her turn around, and the next thing she knew was that strong arms were around her, pressing her flush against him.

"Don't ever say that." She looked at him, his expression somber.

"I'm not here for your looks nor for your figure in any way." He looked at her, "I'm here because of you. There might be others, but that's the problem. They are not you." He gave her a slight smile, "I love you, for what you are, not them for what they look like." They gazed at each other lovingly, as if it was the last time they would see each other.

You have my heart, min månen."

They locked gazes, as he caressed her face with his callused hand, his thumb wiping the trails of tears that marked her countenance.

He dipped to kiss her,

"And you have mine's, min sol."

"Mathias Køhler?"

He turned around to see one of the workers, who had taken their hat off. "[Y/N] [L/]-"

He nodded, he managed to thank the man with a thin voice, almost imperceptible.

"The item she had in her hand when we found her was a mobile phone. We don't know if it's hers or not, though." The policeman gave him the plastic package which had a phone inside.

He already knew who it belonged to once he saw the Denmark flag imprinted on the phone's cover, as well as a small key chain with an Eiffel Tower which he had brought when he had traveled there.

"Mathias!" She jumped into his arms, as he hugged her back, laughing with her.

"[Y/N]!" He whined, pressing her even closer to him, "I missed you so much!"

She stared up at him, observing his angular jaw, his cyan eyes that could rival the skies color. What enraptured her attention though, were his chapped lips.