hetalia | [FicPoetry] Just poems about my favourite nations

Hi, ok I don't know if it's alright to post it, or what to name it, forgive me ^^;;
Also it's not entirely historically correct.

Title: His fall
Character:Prussia
Rating/Warnings: None
Summary: The fall of Preußen
His Fall
Once he stood at the front.
He was brave,
Or would you call it stupid.

He looked down,
With arrogance,
On every enemy he’d ever known.

He was a soldier,
A fighter,
A winner.

But now,
He’s none,
He’s defeated.
His victory,
All gone
.
There he lied,
Alone and beaten
On the battle field he’d once owned.

It ends here,
This is it.
The end of his victory march.

His bravery became his fall,
Scattered and divided,
He lies,
As he just lost it all.

Title: Accepting my love
Character pairing: UsUk
Rating/Warnings: None
Summary: England tried to win the love of America, will he finally get it?
Accept my love
With a rose in my hand,
In front of him.
Red face, nervously laughing,
Yet he declines.

I try to serve you tea,
But you like coffee,
Why don’t you give it a try,
But with a disgusted face you turn it away.

I made him dinner,
But he complains.
Telling me guys shouldn’t cook,
Telling me that my cooking suck.

I pout, but don’t give up so easily.
As I try to cast a spell on you.
Ignoring it so bluntly,
Only because you don’t believe in magic.

Defeated, I sigh,
As I curl up and hide my face.
Why don’t you see,
Why don’t you get it that I love thy.

I feel a hand on my head,
You, ok? I hear.
He lifts my head,
As I can see myself in his glasses.

“I’m sorry” he says,
With a small kiss on my cheek.
He laughs brightly,
And then he finally says the 3 words,
That make my heart skip a beat.

Title: A cold war
Character: Russia
Rating/Warnings: None
Summary: Young Russia defeated by America? O.o
A cold war
A lonely child.
So cold.
Surrounded by snow,
He lies.

The snow, ice cold.
As cold as the war,
This child once had to start.

Now he lies beaten,
In de the shadow of the hero.
The snow, he dirtied,
Turned it into blood red.

He closes his eyes,
And he dreams,
Dreaming of an eternal sunflower field.

[FicPoetry] Just poems about my favourite nations

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