Germany still remembered the night she died. The most beautiful and understanding person he'd ever met, and he didn't even have the chance to tell her how he'd felt. Of course, there were a lot of things he hadn't gotten the chance to do. He wasn't the same after her death, and everyone around him could see that fact clear as day. Losing [Name] was the worst thing that could happen.
He remembered everything from that night, right down to the last detail on her beautiful dress. Her death hadn't been peaceful. He wished he'd been there to stop the cars from crashing into each other. He blamed himself for not seeing it sooner. Maybe she shouldn't have been so tired, or maybe he should have just driven her himself. He hated the fact that the last conversation the two of them had was actually an argument; especially over something so silly. He wished he could take it back.
Germany would never admit how much of an impact her death had on him. He hated himself more and more every day that he woke up and didn't see her by his side. Sometimes he wondered if life was even worth living without her. Sure, there was Italy and Japan. There was also all of his other friends. But it just didn't feel the same without her there. [Name] was the one that joked with him all the time, even if it was cheesy. She was also the person who helped him relax after a hard day of training. She was the one who would never hurt him, no matter how far he pushed her or how much he'd hurt her. Now he regretted every harsh word or slap she'd received from him.
The man had tried to forget about her, but to no avail. Her presence was everywhere; their favorite places, his house, even in his dreams. He didn't know why but he had always felt her around him- even after her death. It was as if she was still there, he just couldn't see her...
He didn't believe in ghosts, demons, angels, or anything like that. He'd never seen anything so absurd. But [Name]... [Name] was different. He could feel her around him! At first he thought he was going crazy, but then other people started pointing out weird things that seemed to happen around him. Things would move, or the lights would flicker. Sometimes he'd feel light feather-like touches on his cheek or arm. It was unexplainable. But all of these strange phenomenons made him miss her even more! Until one day..
He woke up like usual, which meant not wanting to wake up at all. Typical morning. He dragged himself out of bed and to the shower, where he just stood there for awhile under the hot stream of water. He finally stepped out and walked up to the sink, looking at his reflection in the mirror. All he could see was the rings underneath his eyes and his solemn expression. He took a glass from the countertop before opening the mirror and grabbing his antidepressants. He took them and walked out of the room, before getting dressed in something casual.
He wasn't feeling well today so he stayed home, and that's when he saw her. She looked just as beautiful as the day she died. His mouth dropped open as he stared at her. She wasn't frowning, or covered in blood.. But she was smiling. He gaped at her.
"Hello, Germany.", she said. She sounded fine still. He couldn't find words to aid him at the moment, and he felt surprise, fear, sadness, and happiness all at the same time. He wanted to hug her, but something told him he couldn't. He didn't quite understand what was happening. [Name] gave him a look of sympathy before putting her hand on his cheek. He once again felt that light feathery touch that seemed to be so frequent.
"Why?" it was all he could ask. The only word he could utter. He looked so confused, so lost. He wondered why she was here. But part of him didn't care, he just wanted her to be alive and well again. He wanted to be able to see her, touch her, and tell her how he felt. Maybe now really was the best time to confess everything.
"I'm sorry, Ludwig." At that he shook his head.
"No, it was my fault. We were arguing over something so stupid, and.. And.." He suddenly looked down at his feet. And what? She died? She pouted.
"No it's not. But.. I came here to tell you that you need to stop dwelling on the past. I know, it hurts. But I don't blame you, and you shouldn't either. I love you, Ludwig, and I hate to see you this way! So please stop worrying." her shoulders dropped and she gave him a pleading look.
"But, I should have-"
"There was nothing you should have done. I will always love you, no matter what. And that is that." he stared at her, dumbfounded. "Now go out there and do your absolute best, because that's what I'd expect from such a great person." she put her hands on his shoulders and gave him a half smile.
"Okay." He finally said, giving her a little smile. His eyes filled with tears.
"Don't cry, please. I promise that I will be watching you from above. When it's your time I'll be here to welcome you with open arms. I know that you can do great things, as long as you set your mind on it. Live for us. Do what I can no longer do, and be happy doing it.", she said confidently. He nodded. She gave him a warm smile and a kiss on the forehead before disappearing. He stood there for what felt like hours, before he heard a knock at the door.
Germany answered it, seeing Italy and Japan. The three talked and talked for a long time before heading out the door. He suddenly felt better than he had ever felt knowing that she was somewhere, watching him. He knew that he wasn't alone and that all he had to do was realize that life starts back up when he does, and he was finally relieved and happy to be alive once more. He decided to live life. To live life for the both of them, in fact.