Hetalia WIP Graveyard

Tear Stained Treaties

"How do you do it?" he asked (Name), as she sat there staring out the window. The war had taken a toll on (Name)'s health, confounding her to a wheelchair. The great and mighty empire was dying as her friends had waged another world war.

"Do what Ludwig?" she slowly blinked, her eyes tired, for she hadn't slept in weeks. The coughing fits were used as a cover but in truth it was the haunting memories. Everytime she closed her eyes she saw the men and women, all who had been sencelly slaughtered. She had argued with herself. There was nothing she could have done or so she thought but in the deep recess of her mind, the truth ate away at her. She could have saved them but instead she followed the others blindly.

"How do you live with what you have done?" he asked. The second world war had ended Ludwig had truly taken in to the horrors he had created. He battled with his horrifying actions of his leaders. He too couldn't sleep. The horrors of what he had done was slowly killing him. He rarely left his room. He talked less, and was never seen smiling. The actions of his past haunted and harmed him more than the others.

"Truth and beauty are wonderful words but shrapnel is shrapnel and at the end of the day I am alone with the things I have done. Everytime I close my eyes, I see them. I see every man woman and child. I see their dead cold blooded bodies. I see the way they call out for their love ones. I see the moparing people. I see them every time I close my eyes. And there is nothing I can do. Shrapnel is shrapnel. There is no rest. There is no forgiveness. There is nothing more than I have done. I can't fix it. Nothing I can do or say will bring back those innocent people of senseless slaughters. There is nothing. I can not fix it. I can not save them. So I accept the consequences for I deserve them. I have accepted the actions."