Mourning A Hero (3/?)
anonymous
October 16 2009, 05:06:51 UTC
One by one, other nations walked up to where America slept and said their parting words. Many of them left mementoes, many others cried. Philippines had to be lead away after she collapsed bawling in front of the tomb. England watched them all go. Mexico, Brazil, Cambodia, India, Pakistan set down what looked like a CIA drone. Liberia, Ethiopia, Portugal…
Egypt came up to the tomb holding a vase. He stared at the structure for a moment before setting down the vase net to the other gifts. “This was my mother’s.” he said quietly, “You helped me find it but neither it nor I would be here today were not for you. I could think of no better place to keep it safe then beside you.”
Vietnam went up next, her hat in hand. “Thank you for trying to help me all that time ago.” She smiled sadly. “And thank you for helping us all now. I’d say ‘rest in peace’ but knowing you, what’s the point?” She knelt down and placed her hat beside the tomb.
Vietnam had not even gotten back to the crowd when France walked up to Vatican City for his turn. England watched him with narrowed eyes. If that wine bastard said or did anything stupid then by God England would -
“You really were a hero, America.” France said wistfully. “You helped me in the First World War, then saved me in the second. Now you outdid yourself and saved everyone.” He sighed and shrugged his shoulders, “I guess I cannot hold Lafayette over your head anymore, can I? If nations could be sainted you would be right up there with my beloved Jeanne as a patron of France.” Tears began rolling down his face. France wiped them away with his sleeve. It was then that England saw he was holding a small bronze figurine in his other hand. “I… I know your precious Lady Liberty was destroyed, but no need to fear! I built her once and I can do it again!” France said overdramatically even while his voice began to crack. He held up the bronze figure and everyone could now see it was a miniature Statue of Liberty. “In the meantime, take this Little Liberty I made with you.” Tears were flowing freely now. “An angel… to light your way to heaven. Good-bye, my friend.” France set down the miniature and quickly made his way back into the crowd.
Jamaica went up. Then New Zealand and South Africa. Israel left a Star of David necklace made of gold. Iraq put down… a shoe?
Cuba’s turn. Again, England prepared himself for something to go wrong. Again he found out it was unnecessary. Cuba stared at the tomb while smoking one of his cigars. “Ass.” He stated flatly. “Of all the stupid, hare-brained things you’ve ever done you had to go and do one that made me unable to hate you anymore.” He took a box of cigars from his pocket and set them down.
Belgium walked slowly towards to the tomb, a huge flower basket in her arms. “Looks like you saved me again.” She said with a small chuckle. She set the flower basket down. “There’s chocolate in there too. Hope you like almonds.”
Re: Mourning A Hero (3/?)
anonymous
October 17 2009, 20:41:07 UTC
This story is like someone giving out a weak chuckle and smiling through their tears. Really love this so far, anon, and now I'm wondering how America died in the first place.
Egypt came up to the tomb holding a vase. He stared at the structure for a moment before setting down the vase net to the other gifts. “This was my mother’s.” he said quietly, “You helped me find it but neither it nor I would be here today were not for you. I could think of no better place to keep it safe then beside you.”
Vietnam went up next, her hat in hand. “Thank you for trying to help me all that time ago.” She smiled sadly. “And thank you for helping us all now. I’d say ‘rest in peace’ but knowing you, what’s the point?” She knelt down and placed her hat beside the tomb.
Vietnam had not even gotten back to the crowd when France walked up to Vatican City for his turn. England watched him with narrowed eyes. If that wine bastard said or did anything stupid then by God England would -
“You really were a hero, America.” France said wistfully. “You helped me in the First World War, then saved me in the second. Now you outdid yourself and saved everyone.” He sighed and shrugged his shoulders, “I guess I cannot hold Lafayette over your head anymore, can I? If nations could be sainted you would be right up there with my beloved Jeanne as a patron of France.” Tears began rolling down his face. France wiped them away with his sleeve. It was then that England saw he was holding a small bronze figurine in his other hand. “I… I know your precious Lady Liberty was destroyed, but no need to fear! I built her once and I can do it again!” France said overdramatically even while his voice began to crack. He held up the bronze figure and everyone could now see it was a miniature Statue of Liberty. “In the meantime, take this Little Liberty I made with you.” Tears were flowing freely now. “An angel… to light your way to heaven. Good-bye, my friend.” France set down the miniature and quickly made his way back into the crowd.
Jamaica went up. Then New Zealand and South Africa. Israel left a Star of David necklace made of gold. Iraq put down… a shoe?
Cuba’s turn. Again, England prepared himself for something to go wrong. Again he found out it was unnecessary. Cuba stared at the tomb while smoking one of his cigars. “Ass.” He stated flatly. “Of all the stupid, hare-brained things you’ve ever done you had to go and do one that made me unable to hate you anymore.” He took a box of cigars from his pocket and set them down.
Belgium walked slowly towards to the tomb, a huge flower basket in her arms. “Looks like you saved me again.” She said with a small chuckle. She set the flower basket down. “There’s chocolate in there too. Hope you like almonds.”
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This is wonderful, anon <3
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