RoseHeart1010

AN:This is based on a dream I had. Some to none of you know that I will be joining the military soon, and I had a nightmare where I, not only stopped being a fan of Hetalia, but I completely forgot about them and they no longer existed in my world. So, this is just to get it off my chest, but also to remind me of what I don't want to become. It might turn into a series, but I'll leave that for you readers to decide if I should continue this or not. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* "__________!" You smiled, your eyes closed. It was always good to hear his voice. "Alfred," you said aloud. But there wa

Chapter 8-The Tears Of An Angel Your POV You sat on the beach line. Digging your toes into the soft sand as the lanterns of The Ports flickered in the distance. The gentle lap of waves crashing onto the shore. You laid your head back and looked into the stars and the moon high above your head. "Oh Yao..." You thought. What have you done? Would he ever forgive you for your wish of freedom? No matter what you told yourself you still missed him. But Freedom was addictive. Like Coffee. You felt a pang of sadness, you clutched your delicate brush tightly. Sadness welling up inside of you. You thought of mother, and father, and leaving Yao.