Randomness 101

Sad 2P Hetalia Doujinshi... :(

So I found this video online a while back, and it was so sad, and I thought, "Hey! Why not spread the despair?!?" (I had to... XD) So yeah! This is my version of the video, in story mode since it's like a comic, and over to the side, I'll post the actual video so you can listen to the song (which is Little Wonders by Rob Thomas) while reading it. (PLEASE LISTEN TO THE SONG WHILE READING IT. IT CAUSES THE FEELS!!!!)

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Francis and Matthew.

Francis sighed as he let out another puff of smoke from his cigarette. The sun shone brightly despite the usual cold and windy weather in September. But even then, there was no one but him at the park. He sat alone on the low wall, looking down at his feet. Foots steps echoed towards him, stopping right in front of him. They took a seat next to Francis, not saying a word. Francis looked up to see who had just sat down next to him.

The man's blonde hair shined in the sun, his violet eyes hidden behind it. He wore a large flannel shirt, not completely buttoned up all the way. Francis recognized the man almost instantly. It was his son, Matthew. Francis quickly turned away, again looking towards the ground. They sat there for a while in silence before Matthew finally spoke up.

"Hey.."

"Hm?" Francis mumbled, putting his cigarette back in his mouth.

"Do you remember the time when I was a kid and I was too scared to sleep? You tucked me in and told me there was nothing to be scared of...

Or that time I was sent to he hospital and you never left my side.. And you knew I didn't have friends, buy you left me flowers and cards like I did.

Or even that time we tried to make dinner together... Even though it wasn't very good,

it was fun...

Or how you took me to Oliver's so I could experience a real family Christmas.

Or even that time when you picked me up after my first day of school and it was raining... I got sick the next day, buy you made me soup and gave me medicine. I got better in no time...

                  Do you remember?"

Francis, still looking down, quietly responded.

"No." Tears slowly formed in his eyes as he slowly looked up and towards his son,

     who was not there.

"I don't remember,"  he continued, "because it never happened."

  Francis squeezed his eyes shut, balling his hands into fists. When he opened his eyes again, he stared down at the coffin before him. Inside..

Was Matthew.

"I wish I could have been there for you... To be the father you've always wanted, To have a family... I'm a terrible person, I know that much...

I look back and I wish I could have grown up with you. Who would have known I'd outlive you."

   Francis placed a hand on the side of the coffin and smiled down at his son, letting tears fall down onto his grey suit. "Hah. This look doesn't suit you." He turned around and grabbed the bag he had brought with him, pulling out Matthew's red flannel and threw it on top of him, covering his body. Francis looked down at the shirt, and let out a long sigh before closing his eyes.

*Flashback*

"AH!" Young Matthew yelled and a red cloth was flung at him, hitting him in the face. Unfolding it, he realized it was a red flannel. Matthew looked up at his dad who stood staring at him, arms crosses, cigarette in his mouth.

"It's yours." Francis mumbled.

"But isn't it yours?"

Francis turned around, and started walking away from his son. "You can keep it."

Matthew put his new shirt on. The sleeves covered up his whole arms and hands, still drooping low.

"It's way too big." He said, looking down at his body.

"You'll grown into it." Francis continued to walk off, not looking back. Matthew stared at the disappearing figure that was his father. Tears slowly welled into his eyes as he whispered to no one.

"Thank you..."

*End of flashback*

    Francis took out his cigarette, tears now over-flowing.

"Dammit." He took his cigarette and threw it away. Francis turned around and started walking away from his son. He continued to walk off, not looking back.

I don't want to remember.

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All credit to the maker.