"Life isn't about the number of breaths you take.."
*You were in the kitchen, and you felt something..or someone, behind you.
You reached for your frying pan, Hungary gave you for your 14th birthday, 4 years ago, but a hand had stopped you.
You turned around to see the brightest scarlet eyes you could ever see.
"Hello, beautiful." The albino said to you.
"Huh..Oh y-yes, umm, well, i wouldn't say that, compaired to Mrs. Hungary-" he stopped you by kissing you.
You lips molded into his perfect..ly..*
"Helloo? Hello? Dude..well, dudette! Yo, __, you here?!" A man with blue worried eyes and glasses asked.
"Oh, yes, sorry America i'm fine...i just, umm, need a minute!" You yelled and ran out of the meeting, catching eyes with Germany, as he walked in.
You ran out into the garden, to the red catcomelions. (Its a made up flower ;p) You didn't care if you had thorns in you, you just had to get away from the pain in your heart from losing..you couldn't even make yourself think of him name.
"PRUSSIA!!" You yelled out in the garden, "GILBERT! Please, please. Just come back.." You laid down by the bush and close your eyes.
*You hear breathing in your ear, you turn around and were greeted by soulful lips, you opened your eyes and saw his beautiful eyes looking down at you..*
"Hey! Vake up! __! Vake up, bevore you hurt yourselv more!" Germany yelled at you. His blue icy eyes scared.
"Wah? Oh, oh! I'm so, so sorry!" You cowarded next to the plant and held it closely.
Germany helped you up and pulled you into an awkward hug.
"Vits ok, i know, i hurt too." He said sadly.
"At least i can only remember the time he took my breath away."
"..but the moments that take your breath away."
