-CREDITS TO ORIGINAL ARTIST- || writing bc why not || I remember when he kissed me goodbye.
I thought that he would keep our promise. He promised me that he would come back. He would protect me. He would stay with me forever.
But that didn't happen.
Instead, he left and never came back.
The next time I saw him, it was on a battlefield. His body was drenched in blood that clearly did not belong to his, and with his katana in hand, he gave me a cool, soulless stare and walked up to me. "I'm sorry, and goodbye," he said.
As he began to swing his katana down on me, I caught the blade in both hands. It cut deeply in one of my hands, and a trail of blood tricked down my wrist. "No, the one who says goodbye should be me," I replied dully.
He hesitated. Taking advantage of that moment, I flung the katana out of his hands. It clattered on the ground.
I pushed him down while he was still in a daze, and then I left.
Our promise was never fulfilled. Why did I even hope for a happy future. Foolish me. [ #aphtaiwan #hetaliataiwan #aphjapan #hetaliajapan #aph #hetalia #hetaria #feels #kikuwan #taiwan #japan ]