What Does Your Stomach Look Like

[FanFic] Spring

Title : Spring
Author: Megumi Kinomiya
Character: Japan
Rating: K
Summary: Spring had come, and Japan reflected on his lost youth ...

again toured the gardens, stared at the flowers that had sprung up in the garden, turning the soil color even slightly snowy winter that had just left going home, Russia. A smile could not help but be drawn on my lips when I saw this little pop explosion of color. The birds had begun to return, and now they were chirping happily, still perched on the branches of to cold ; trees, heralding a new era of youth had arrived.

Spring ... wonderful season loaded with flowers ... You're so cruel, but yet so beautiful ...

The scent of orchids attracted memories of my past ... Times when I was still young and could enjoy full freedom joy. Still remember when I could run on the grass with bare feet, enjoying the gentle touch of nature with my skin. He was so young, so naive ... However, now several years had passed, and I was made a young-looking old man. It is clear that appearances could be deceiving. But, nevertheless, could not complain about it, after all, nothing could be more valuable than years of experience and pain ... I still hurt the scars of the past, however, was better for me to have to hide it.

Sometimes I would go back to those moments of happiness in which he could climb the trees without any problem, when playing with animals, and could run a long time in the countryside, enjoying the freshness provided by nature ... Those years of glory, in which I was in shape, and need not worry about the outside ... Of course, everything was always nice to find an end, after all ... Nothing was

... forever ... Maybe even my own existence had its final ...

At this time, could not perform excessive physical exertion, or otherwise end up with a terrible back and neck pain. Nor should it abuse salty foods because it would harm to my health. I do not even know what it was running without then suffering a terrible fatigue that kept me bedridden for several days. It appeared that spring of my youth had decided to leave to make way after the crude and cruel winter of old age.

watched the flowers as if they had never seen in my life. I tried to start to put in a jarróny you to enjoy its beauty from the kitchen, or piece of furniture, however, could not foresee that some of them kept their thorns hidden among the leaves. Quickly withdrew his hand, just to see how a small drop of blood flowed from injured toe.

"Be careful, Nihon-san - I could hear one of my servants, which apparently had been watching me from the hallway. Quick hands and kept concealed using kimono sleeves, sitting up and trying to pretend that nothing had happened, not to worry. - These flowers have thorns ...

"I've noticed this " - I sighed. I glanced again at the flowers. The flowers were really synonymous with youth ... They were beautiful, and could deslumbrarte with its beauty, but if you try to get too, could hurt you with their spines ...

I wondered to myself if in the past I had been, and for once grateful to be an elder.

Young people now are taking this energíay the urge to live, I think that that's much better to let them do all that joy, I just sentaríay contemplate how the passing years were leaving behind his well-known trail.