A Wistful Goodbye

This fanfic is a goobye to you as well, since I am slowly leaving the Hetalia fandom and think of my dream to become a better-known fanfic writer as a rather lost cause. I no longer make the scenarios I used to endlessly make (to the point of messing with my real life) with this lovely pairing. The very idea for this fanfic has sat at the back of my mind for a year. Things are uncertain and I don't know if I'll ever truly leave as I am about as nostalgic about the earlier times as the very character that has given me these wonderful, world-shattering, life-refreshing, heart-wrenching, light-romanticizing, one and a half years. I could spend hours writing about the way this fandom, the way THIS SHIP impacted my values, my perception of life, my traits... And I know it will keep impacting me forever, long after I leave.Therefore, here is where I am leaving this portion of my life, or at least the feeling attached to it. I'm leaving this young and unfinished self between the words of my fanfiction, I'm leaving this time capsule right here like an old object you place in a box, to look at it one, two, ten, a hundred years later at it and sigh, then put it back. Like that Rolls' wrapper (looking at you, inichuinmylife). Or like the old conversations with the online friends I can't even talk to anymore, that I wouldn't delete, if I still had them. Or like that book that meant the world to me and I'll never finish writing.Before I go, I will definitely write one last fanfiction for Japan's birthday, that I've been working on since ... February 2021 and I couldn't post it on time.Alright, this is getting too emotional, I think.So long, Hetalia.So long, Kiku.So long, Yao. These works are the closest thing I got to meeting you, and you've fascinated me since the first comic strip I saw you in <3