Moments [Hetalia x Reader]

93. Haunted

Something short.

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148. Haunted

Sometimes, China thought he could still hear her.

When he wasn't paying attention, he could hear a faint giggle or words that weren't said by anyone. Sometimes, a breeze brushed past him, only for it to be gone as quickly as it came. They were small things but they reminded him of her, all the same. But, reminders of her voice still hurt when he turned to find where it came from, only to remember she was gone now.

Right. She had been gone for a very long time now. She was gone forever now and it was his fault. China hated how he could still remember her after so long, how her name would always remain at the tip of his tongue and how he still turned around to see if she was still there. He knew she died long ago but that never stopped him.

Sometimes, he wished he could forget her. He should have moved on yet he still found himself thinking of her. He thought about her once beautiful (h/c) hair, matted with blood, her (e/c) eyes, dull. How they had met and when she first introduced herself. The memory of her never faded even with time. It was almost shameful of him, he was one of the older nations. She hadn't been anyone famous, not nationally nor globally. By all standards, she was just a normal person. Why couldn't he forget her? Was it because she was important to him?

Was it because even in death, she still meant the world to him?

There were things that still reminded him of her. Her favourite flower, her favourite drinks, hobbies that he knew she would have liked if she were still alive. Things she could've done if she hadn't died like that. It was too late for regrets now. China was accustomed to regret. Every nation was.

Yet still, everything only served to remind him that he was still haunted by her.

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