It's Us Two, a Hetalia Pairing One-shot Compilation Project

Title: Auf Wiedersehen / Viszontlátásra
Prompt: Hello (a drabble about our characters saying goodbye)
Pairing: PruHun
Rating: T
Warning: angst, character death, Hungary's (Erzsébet) POV, letter-format (epistolary)

Dear Gilbert,

I knew it. I saw it coming. I'm so sorry I could not save you. I'm sorry I wasn't strong enough.

I could tell you how much I'm sorry in so many ways. But it's too late now, isn't it?

You're gone. And it's done. I wish you were still here, so I could say goodbye one last time.

You've been there for me ever since we were young. We were alongside each other for God-knows-how-long.

And now, when you needed me the most, I wasn't there for you. I was unable to save you.

I hope that, in this last goodbye, you find yourself in peace, in the very least. That's the best I could hope for.

Thank you for everything. Goodbye, Gilbert. Maybe in another life, we'll see each other again.

Love,

Erzsébet

The letter was folded into three. She did not know what else to say. Actually, there really wasn't much to say. Goodbyes weren't supposed to be that long, anyway.

Her brown hair was tied back, and her clothes were all black. It was after they buried him. She did not attend the burial. She was in her car, in front of her house. Her car was parked in front of her house in Hungary, engine stopped. She was wearing her all-black mourning attire, her hair and make-up done. But she didn't want to move from that spot. She cried. Cried, cried, cried. Cried for hours on end, until she could no longer feel her eyes. Until she became numb and immune to the feeling. Until she swore she was over crying over him and his death. She would not face him in tears. It was the last thing he would have wanted.

It was only then, that she drove. All the way to Germany, where Gilbert was buried.

She did not want to see his final resting place - no, it was more like a cruel, soulless container - sink into the earth. Sink six feet under. But there she was, a few hours intentionally late.

She could indulge herself by spending her alone time with Gilbert, right?

She left the folded letter, along with a bouquet of flowers. She knew Gilbert hated flowers as presents. It was her last taunt. After all, it was her past-time. What a bittersweet goodbye.

Viszontlátásra, Gilbert. I love you.

She walked away. She did not look back. She did not cry. She stayed strong.

A/N: ...Short PruHun sad drabble. Couldn't resist the call of angst.