#hetastuck?

Inspired by this post.

Graves For the Living

There was never a night when that nightmare didn’t trouble him. It plagued him constantly- and the worst part was the fact that it was a nightmare that was real.

The gravestone had been a joke at first. He and Hetalia had put it up as a fake headstone since he so often seemed to be dying- only to spring back to life days later.

In the spirit of things, Hetalia had sewn seeds for a vine to grow over it. It’d only contributed to the joke, in their eyes. The blooming flowers gave it age, which made his continued existence (and thus the existence of the fake headstone) even funnier.

Looking back, it wasn’t all that funny. Laughing at death like something that would never touch them. The flowers that had once seemed like such a great touch now seemed to mock him, with the faces of his friends appearing in the lavender petals.

A single, multicolored rainbow tear fell onto the ground, disappearing like the rest. The tears of ghosts tended to do that.

The flowers were still fresh. The red-wrapped bouquet of lilies, forget-me-nots, and lavenders rested against the headstone with a tone of regret and sadness, and each blossom seemed to be paled with sorrow. He bent down and traced one of the petals, pretending to physically touch the flower.

His face scrunched up ugly, and his hands covered his face as drops of rainbow tears fell from between his gray fingers. I'm so sorry Hetalia, he cried. I promised I'd be there until the end, but here I am.

A pale hand landed on his shoulder. "I know. It's okay," an unmistakable voice soothed him.

He turned, looking up in shock. How are you here? he asked silently.

"It's time to wake up," the glowing figure said quietly, and took the crying fandom's hand. As they stood, the world about them began to turn to a pure and glowing white, enveloping him in a soft warmth.

He covered his eyes to shield them from the brightness with his other hand, squinting.

A voice seemed to begin shouting at him- Homestuck!

"Homestuck!"

The troll fandom's eyes shot open, and began squinting again at the midday sun.

"Homestuck! You fell asleep and started crying," a very worried Hetalia said from above him. As his vision cleared, he jumped up and hug-tackled his friend.

"Hetalia," he cried, "don't ever let me do anything dangerous, again." He hugged his surprised and confused moirail tightly, shattered and tear-stained from his dream.

"I won't," Hetalia replied, in slight confusion, and patted his friend on the back reassuringly. "I'll keep up both alive and safe," he said more affirmatively.

I don't think that'll change. uwu