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Think of Me

You put the phone down with a shaky hand, tears pricking in the corners of your (e/c) eyes. Your lips pressed together in a firm line as you tried to keep the salty water from spilling down your flushed cheeks. The guy who had stuck with you since 3rd grade; Mathias Kohler, was leaving. Falling backwards, you landed roughly on your bed and let out a single wail.

No longer able to hide the tears, you clutched your phone to your chest and sobbed. He was really leaving. You had know it was going to happen for nearly four years now, you had just prayed you'd be able to tell him how you felt before he left.

But you had always ducked out. You'd had plenty of opportunities to tell the Dane that you'd loved him after you'd discovered your feelings for him but you just couldn't do it. You couldn't look into his gorgeous blue eyes with your own (e/c) ones and tell him your wanted to be more than friends.

The self proclaimed "King" had somehow captured your heart with his loud and obnoxious behavior and, no matter what either of you did, you couldn't get him to give it back.

They would throw a party, his four roommates, and you were invited. They wanted you to sing. You had loved to sing, but hadn't dared to with Mathias in the audience. However, one of his roommates, Tino, had caught you singing a song from The Phantom of the Opera while you cooked. It was he who encouraged you to perform for Matt. And, of course, you had agreed.

The party was to be that night and you already knew what song you were going to sing. But you didn't want to face the man of your dreams. You decided to sing and then leave.

~~~~~~~Time Skip to the Party~~~~~~~

Sighing, you stepped out of your car and to the door of the "Nordic 5". You tugged on the hem of your short, (f/c) dress that reached just above your knees. Your back was cold from the large cutout in the dress and your feet already hurt from your black heels. You stopped fidgeting when Tino opened the door.

"Hey, (F/n)," he smiled at you sadly and motioned you in the warm house, "You looked great."

A small smile tugged at the corners of your lips but your (e/c) eyes remained sad. Your (h/l) (h/c) hair remained down in, but in loose curls. "I'm sorry if I sound rude," you started, "but I really just want to sing then leave."

Your Finnish friend just nodded, knowingly, and led you over to a small makeshift stage against a wall in the living room. All of the people present greeted you fondly, but you just ignored them and walked up to the stage, ready to sing. You immediately caught the eye of a certain Dane.

Think of me, think of me fondly,
When we've said goodbye,
Remember me once in awhile,
Please promise me, you'll try.

Then you'll find that once again you long,
To take your heart back and be free,
If you'll ever find a moment,
Spare a thought for me.

A small smile graced your lips as you thought of the next verse. Well, if he didn't realize that you meant every word you sang then you guessed it wasn't worth it.

We never said our love was evergreen,
Or as unchanging as the sea,
But if you can still remember,
Stop and think of me.

Think of all the things,
We've shared and seen,
Don't think about the way,
Things might have been.

By this point, you were crying, tears silently falling down your cheeks and dripping off your chin .

Think of me, think of me waking,
Silent and resigned,
Imagine me trying too hard,
To put you from my mind.

Recall those days, look back on all those times,
Think of those things we'll never do,
There will never be a day,
When I won't think of you.

Flowers fade, the fruits of summer fade,
They have their seasons, so do we,
But please promise me that sometimes,
You will think of me.

You finished the song with tears streaming down your cheeks and a warm but sad smile gracing your beautiful face.

Wiping your face dry before more tears could replace them, you hurried off the stage and rushed for the door, leaving everyone in the crowd in a stupor. Just as you reached the door, however, a strong hand grabbed your wrist, preventing from moving out the door. Turning your head, you were faced with the red shirt of Mathias.

"Where are you going?" he asked you, his blue eyes wide and his gravity-defying blonde hair still remaining upright even when he tilted his head down to you. "You just got here."

More tears slid down your face and your struggled to break free from his gentle grip, which only tightened when you tried to pull away. "Matt, please," you asked him, (e/c) eyes begging him to let go as they flooded with tears.

"Please, (F/n). Don't go-"

You interrupted him, "Why? Why can't I go, Matt?! Why can't you just let me go?" By this point you were clinging to him, crumpling his nice red shirt. "Why?" you whispered into his chest.

He tilted your chin up with a gentle hand, "Because, (F/n) you are the most important person in my world. And," he leaned closer to you, looking around as though he were telling you a very important secret, "I think I love you," he whispered before closing the small gap of space between the two of you and brushing his soft lips gently against your own.

"I- I love you too," you stuttered before he grinned and pulled you in another kiss, this one lasting long enough for everyone else to see. When the two of you finally pulled apart, you rested your head on his chest again, feeling Matt lay his cheek on top of your head, deeply inhaling your scent.

While you were surrounded by the whoops and whistles of all of your friends, all you could hear was the steady beating of Matt's heart as he buried his face in your hair. "Hey, (F/n)-" he mumbled just loud enough for you to hear.

You raised your head to look at him, "Yeah?"

"I don't think I can leave now." You both grinned and he chastely pressed his lips against your forehead while you blushed a thousand shades of crimson.

Gazing up at him again, you smirked.

"I know."

You love wasn't like a flower, it would never fade with the seasons.

It's. So. FLUFFY!
I REALLY wanted to start this "series-thingee". So, here you go!
If anyone wants to make a request, go ahead and note me~
:iconsexydenmark2plz: :iconsaysplz: The author owns nothing except the story. Hetalia and it's characters belong to Hima-papa and the song Think of Me belongs to Andrew Lloyd Webber. Thanks for reading!
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NatureTune Featured By Owner Aug 15, 2014  Student General Artist
I`m watching you from now on. Added to my devWatch! 
vengefulamber Featured By Owner Aug 15, 2014  Hobbyist Writer

Thank you!
kimmyeyy Featured By Owner Jun 12, 2014  Student Writer
It's sooo cute^^ Can you do Norway's??
vengefulamber Featured By Owner Jun 13, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
I do have a plan for it, but I just haven't had time as of late. I'll get to it soon, though!
creativehelper14 Featured By Owner May 30, 2014  Student Interface Designer
FFFLLLLUUFFFF excited happy :barrier for bishies: It works 
vengefulamber Featured By Owner May 31, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
darkguardianangel120 Featured By Owner Apr 6, 2014
I love that song !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
denmark you are a king
vengefulamber Featured By Owner Apr 6, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
elephantgirl202 Featured By Owner Mar 19, 2014
OMG!!! SO MUCH FLUFF!!! IMMA DIE!!! *falls into pit of fluff*
vengefulamber Featured By Owner Mar 19, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
There there.
*Drops blanket on*
Don't get a cold.
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