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Chapter One A woman with jet black hair and the darkest of brown eyes, sits beside her son who was all of seven years old. He looked up to her with large brown eyes and says," Mother, would you care to tell me a story?" Peering down at her child the woman stretches her lips to a smile, "Oh, how long I have waited for you to ask." She rose her head  so that it shown with pride in the firelight. "I shall tell you a story. A story that stands proud and tall above any story you shall ever hear.  A story in which I your own mother had taken up arms to protect the rights of her people." Looking back down at her son, the woman saw the gleam of cur

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia Rating: T Pairing(s):Prumano :D Warning: Possible OOCness; cursing The sun shined over Lovino's head as he looked out to the sea in the warm August breeze. Lovino sighed. 'How long has it been,' he thought. 'How long has it been since I lost my best friend? Since I lost days like this with him?' '65 days, 2 hours and about 15 minutes' replied a weak voice in the back of his head. Lovino shook the thought way. No, he wasn't that pitiful. 'Get over it.' A more dominate, intimidating voice came to his mind. 'Suck it up and walk away. He's gone and you can't get him back.' Lovino trembled for a bit. "How could I

"But Gilbert, why?" Lovino asked pleadingly. Gilbert could see the pain and devastation in his eyes. "Because they will kill you if I don't. I could never let something so bad as that happen to you." Gilbert said pulling Lovino into a tight embrace."I love you too much." Gilbert pulled back a second to look at Lovino's face. His eyes were red and puffy, his cheeks a tinge of pink. He could still see small tears threatening to fall out of Lovino's hazel eyes. Gilbert took his hand and gently pushed a bang of brown hair out Lovino's face as he placed a chaste kiss to his soft pale lips."Don't worry I'll find a way out of this. And they said I

The things you remember, that you try hard to forget. The things you remember, things I still don't regret. The things you remember, that wake you at night. The things you remember, to other's would give much more a fright. The things I remember, seems quite dark and desolate I'm sure. The things I remember, like a demon's allure. The things I remember, things no one else would like. The things I remember, that kill with one strike. The things we remember, are evil and cold. The things we remember, I hope never are told.

Mother dearest I love you so, mother dearest please don't go. You are the apple of my eye, you make my heart beat, deep inside. You give me strength, when I feel wronged, you've been beside me all along. Here on your death bed you lay so low, though you won't give up-that I know. You dried my tears when I cried. Instead of walk, you helped me stride. Now my love, so profound, can only be shown as my cries touch the ground. My heart sinks, oh so low, while your heart beat wonders to and fro. Mother dearest I love you so, mother dearest please don't go.