A Hetalia Fanfiction
Not ten feet away, a little girl stood on the playground, looking in his direction, her head tilted slightly to the side in contemplation. She looked miserable every time she faced him, but would break into giggling at the face of another. At first, she'd tried to be subtle, but now she just stared, completely frozen in the middle of the playground, a handful of flowers held in her hands. He averted his eyes to his lap. The grass beneath his feet was bright and full of life. The bench where he sat and the small creatures that fluttered by were in vibrant hues. But, he stood out against that like a raincloud against the brilliant blue skies.
Every time he looked into those skies, they were happy, energetic and everything he wished he was, but… Wasn't. They, for whatever reason, didn't mind his company, despite the gloom he brought. They were just happy that they weren't alone, anymore. If anything, they shone brighter than ever, creating gateways of pure color. Promises of good fortune were sure to lay beyond them, but it was a fortune he'd never reach. The steps over the rainbow needed to be light and flighty, but he was weighed down by the burdens her carried. By the sorrow he harbored.
Fingers wrapped around his and they were warm. He found himself absorbing it into himself. Millions of people on this earth and who would miss him if he were to disappear? Millions of people who needed this radiance holding his hand and he tried to steal it for himself. Millions of people who could rejoice when he no longer invaded their lives. If they even gave him that.
"Do you think anyone would miss me, if I just… ceased existing?" he wondered, aloud. The hand in his tightened its grip, almost…
"What kind of question is that?" the laughter that left their lips was off, forced almost. He looked over, alarm in his eyes to see those blue skies staring back at him, wide and hurt - Much like a kicked puppy, "Of course."
"Me," his unasked question was answered, "Me, Lovi. I would miss you."
"You would?" he blinked, confused. He was given a nod and a sad smile, in return. It wasn't the usual cheery and energetic smile and how he wanted to see it again. To bring happiness back to those blue skies.
"Stop it with the long face, Bastard," he caught the blonde beside him in a neck hold, rubbing his knuckles into the other's scalp, "It was just a question. No need to be so serious." A laughter bubbled from the man beneath his fingers, and it warmed him up, just like the hand had. A laugh that made his heart flutter when he thought it'd stopped beating long ago.
His mind supplied his with a name, though he knew it well enough by now. It was the name of the blonde who smiled at him. For him.
Because of him.
The settled back into their seats, a hand sliding into his and a head resting on his shoulder. His cheeks heated up, but he ignored it. He was just satisfied being here. Even if the world felt like it'd be better off without him, there was one person who wouldn't be. There was one person who would be worse off without him.
And if it made that one person smile just a moment longer - If they gave him the affection and concern he was sure he didn't deserve - then he'd go on one more day.