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Mary had long forgotten who she was.
She was a girl now who appeared as a human with the light hair which matched any picture of the sun and the clear eyes which matched the depicted sky. It was as if she was a special type of masterpiece, but it was all true - she was one at one point in time. She now believed herself to be human.
She felt the prick of pain. She laughed. She cried. She loved. She loved her dear sister Ib with all her heart enough it nearly worried the brunette when she was smothered with the affections from an energetic blonde. Though it was all a surprise while she moved the past away of a sleeping man, and bizarre world, Ib truly cared for Mary.
Mary often played games with Ib who silently smiled a friendly smile. She often used a rose which resembled a red one and played 'Loves me or loves me not.' Even as she grew up, her child-like personality never faded. Ib remained calm and quiet, but unlike her sister, she aged.
The girl many times tried to play games with her sister, but Ib was too busy to help. Mary was too young to join in work, but her parents claimed it was normal for her to still be a nine-year-old. More years passed and she played with the red petals by herself. She felt lonely again like she did all those years ago.
She talked to herself. Only herself. She imagined cutting between the conversations of Garry and Ib. Now, she actually regretted breaking up the two. Garry would be nice company until her sister would return.
More time had passed and Mary held on to a healthy red rose. Ib was older now with grey-hair, but her red eyes still shimmered with a mysterious glow. It even twinkled a bit when Mary and Ib reunited. The blonde remained a child, still too innocent and too young to grasp why her?
Ib saw her as the painting who would never grow. She was, to Guertena the lady in green. To Ib, she was the reflection of her childhood through the shell of a wonderful sister.
Mary only saw Ib as the nine-year-old girl whom she cared for and handed her the healthy rose.
Ib picked a petal off and whispered, "She loves me."
She was a girl now who appeared as a human with the light hair which matched any picture of the sun and the clear eyes which matched the depicted sky. It was as if she was a special type of masterpiece, but it was all true - she was one at one point in time. She now believed herself to be human.
She felt the prick of pain. She laughed. She cried. She loved. She loved her dear sister Ib with all her heart enough it nearly worried the brunette when she was smothered with the affections from an energetic blonde. Though it was all a surprise while she moved the past away of a sleeping man, and bizarre world, Ib truly cared for Mary.
Mary often played games with Ib who silently smiled a friendly smile. She often used a rose which resembled a red one and played 'Loves me or loves me not.' Even as she grew up, her child-like personality never faded. Ib remained calm and quiet, but unlike her sister, she aged.
The girl many times tried to play games with her sister, but Ib was too busy to help. Mary was too young to join in work, but her parents claimed it was normal for her to still be a nine-year-old. More years passed and she played with the red petals by herself. She felt lonely again like she did all those years ago.
She talked to herself. Only herself. She imagined cutting between the conversations of Garry and Ib. Now, she actually regretted breaking up the two. Garry would be nice company until her sister would return.
More time had passed and Mary held on to a healthy red rose. Ib was older now with grey-hair, but her red eyes still shimmered with a mysterious glow. It even twinkled a bit when Mary and Ib reunited. The blonde remained a child, still too innocent and too young to grasp why her?
Ib saw her as the painting who would never grow. She was, to Guertena the lady in green. To Ib, she was the reflection of her childhood through the shell of a wonderful sister.
Mary only saw Ib as the nine-year-old girl whom she cared for and handed her the healthy rose.
Ib picked a petal off and whispered, "She loves me."
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I CAN’T DRAW CRAP SO HERE’S A CRAPPY DRABBLE WITH A WEIRD HEADCANON.
This goes with "Together, Forever" where Ib and Mary are together and Garry... If you were to ask me if I hate Mary or not, I would say I would be pretty sad and disappointed, but some things just make people go insane with loneliness. The headcanon is since Mary isn't human, she cannot age c: She represents childhood innocence. Also...
If someone writes a darn good Hetalia/Ib fanfiction I'll love you forever.
This goes with "Together, Forever" where Ib and Mary are together and Garry... If you were to ask me if I hate Mary or not, I would say I would be pretty sad and disappointed, but some things just make people go insane with loneliness. The headcanon is since Mary isn't human, she cannot age c: She represents childhood innocence. Also...
If someone writes a darn good Hetalia/Ib fanfiction I'll love you forever.
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UNUUUUUU IT MAKE ME FEEL DOWN ;; n ;;
world is too cruel to Mary ;; n ;;