Corner of the Earth : a Hetalia Fanfiction

Revelation

-Allison's POV-

"Where were you?"

A rather pretty silhouette stood in the hall, her arms crossed.

I sighed, brushing my bangs out of my eyes tiredly. "I told you. I went out drinking with Japan and England... oh, and England is absolutely fucking insane, by the way."

Just then, I felt something brush up against my pant leg. "Echo?"

Kevin appeared further down the hall, his silhouette a lot more... creepy. "I was told to go pick up your cats. I hope that was the right thing to do."

I gave a pained smile. "So that's where you were. May I lay down? My head is killing me."

Kevin showed me to a guestroom upstairs. It was a rather strange room, with dark purple walls and long, dark drapes. Well, at least I wouldn't have to worry about the light tomorrow.

I turned back to the man in the door way. "Thanks, Kevin." I felt unnerved.

"Don't mention it." The man cleanly turned on his heel and walked down the hall.

I shut the door and passed out.

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I opened my eyes sometime later. The room was still extremely dark... the only light I could see was the faint, red glow emanating from the analogue clock on the side table.

1:37

Well, at least my headache had eased. Maybe I ought to get a little medicine, though... where did Kevin keep his ibuprofen?

I stood up and walked downstairs into a large library. At that point, the thought came to me that perhaps some reading would help me be able to sleep a little better. No, I didn't doubt that I could sleep... it had just been so long since I woke up in the morning restful and without my neck aching.

I approached cautiously, as if there were some sort of trip wire. Kevin wouldn't mind if I just... looked through his collection, right? Some of these books were awfully old. One couldn't blame me for being intrigued.

I reached out and delicately fingered the dusty spines, my eyes moving lowly across the first editions, guidebooks, and leather bound myths. I then felt my hand stop on a large, red leather book. It looked fairly newer than the others, but it was covered in an even thicker sheet of dust. I slowly pulled it out of its space, turning it in my hands to look for a name, a title... it was blank. Oh well. This only made it more of an adventure now, didn't it?

I sat down in a gaudy red and gold cushioned chair and crossed my legs. I opened the book and fingered the plastic pocket in the inside cover. The photo was glossy and a bit old, but that's not what intrigued The picture was of a younger (and yet, not that much younger) Kevin standing next to a man with short brown hair. They both wore baggy camouflage uniforms with the patched on words "Regnard" on Kevin's uniform and "Lunettes" on the other man's. I found myself smiling fondly. Both men looked oddly happy, and well, younger. I then noticed that both of Kevin's wine colored eyes were visible and intact. This must had been before his injury.

I turned a few more creamy pages, skimming over photographs. In most of them, he didn't seem that much younger, but he definitely seemed to be acting more cheerily.

There were also a few letters from Kevin, at the time in combat training, to whom was apparently his mother. They were held in larger, thinner sheets of grimy plastic. I raised my eyebrows and stopped on one.

August 4th 1990

Dear Mother,

Thank you for expressing your concern, but I assure you that I am alright. I haven't even been in any conflict, so you can stop worrying. We are invading to fight Iraqi control in a few days. I cannot reveal the time or date... if I do, they'll kick my ass. However, it doesn't seem like the mission is going to be too major. I'll be fine.

I have become rather good friends with a man named Liam Lunettes. He's in some of the pictures I have sent, but I have never formally mentioned him. Lunettes has became a very good friend to me despite the fact that he claims I'm a sociopath. I will introduce him to you when the war is over.

I'll write soon,

KLR

How heartwarming.

I snickered a little and then shook my head. I wasn't sure if he was genuinely empathetic. Maybe he had been a different man back then.

I flipped to the next picture.

In the Polaroid photo, three people were sitting against a whitewashed brick wall. Kevin was sitting against the wall, looking slightly pale, but smiling nonetheless. His short hair only made it easier to see his eyes. To his left stood this Liam Lunettes man, surprisingly looking more relaxed then Kevin. Liam's almond shaped eyes were shining with good humor.

When I glanced at the figure at the right, I felt a cold wave of dread wash over me. The woman on the right was smiling a beaming grin, her bright emerald eyes sparkling. Her brass colored hair was done in a quick bun and she was giving the camera a thumbs up.

I already knew that Kevin was friends with my mother in the Gulf War, but seeing her face like this...

I still wasn't completely over her death. It had been far too soon.

I shut the album and set it on the floor, rubbing my forehead. Well, enough of that, after I stabled myself, I would go to bed.

I didn't hear the footsteps

I kept my eyes shut for a couple minutes, breathing slowly. It was okay. I'd be okay. It wasn't my fault. Everything would be fine.

I opened my eyes, a scarlet book held out infront of me. I stiffened up, looking up at the man and his one visible, glowing eye, my mouth ajar.

"Drop something, my dear?"