(Name) tried not to seem disappointed.
It was a beautiful day in autumn. The weather was fair and pleasant with a brisk wind drifting by occasionally. The trees that surrounded her had donned their fall colors, with their foliage turning comforting shades of red, orange and yellow. Some leaves drifted to the ground each time the wind blew, covering the grass and the stone path leading through the park she was at.
While enjoying the scenery, (name) was sitting on a bench beside her long time friend and secret crush Ludwig Beilschmidt; and at the moment she couldn't have thought of any other way she would want to spend her afternoon.
For all the years that she had known Ludwig, she had always admired him. How could she not? Ludwig is a strong country, and his loyalty and trust and his comrades had always impressed her. And some shallow part of her appreciated how good looking he is too, with his strong and stern features, his well maintained blonde hair, and his ice blue eyes.
From the beginning she had always admired him despite how intimidating he was to her. Now that she knew him better he didn't seem so scary anymore and she could fully appreciate the things most didn't see, like his shy and awkward side he never admits to having. It was really endearing to her, but of course she never told him. She was too afraid to.
He seemed to be very apprehensive around women, even at times with her, as opposed to his overly confident older brother, Prussia. She didn't want to scare him away and she didn't want to ruin the friendship she so tirelessly worked at cultivating over the years. She didn't need the romance, she was content at the moment just being his friend.
Of course, though, when he asked her to come here of all places on this fair weathered day because he needed to tell her something, it didn't stop her from hoping. And when he stood there looking so confident, she couldn't help but feel a spark of some sort when she could easily see the terror and nervousness in his normally stern eyes. She didn't know what to expect, but she sure did hope that maybe, just maybe, something magical might happen this afternoon.
"I really appreciate having you as a friend, ___." Is what he says.
She felt whatever hope she had mustered during this exchange be crushed and she felt tears began to burn behind her eyes. A friend, he viewed her as nothing more than a friend. Of course, she was always happy to be his friend but it was hard to when she wanted it to be something so much more.
Call it childish or even naive, but she always pictured herself being his. She often imagined herself wearing white as she walked down a path strew with rose petals the color of red. She imagined herself staring into his eyes at the altar, saying the fateful words 'I do.' She imagined them living in a modest home, far into the countryside. She even imagined a child that looked exactly like Ludwig in her arms.
But all that was a fantasy, something she thought of in the back of her mind when her focus shifted from the long and boring sessions at the World Conference Center. There was no actual reason for her to believe that there could be anything more.
So for the sake of preserving their friendship, (name) forced the tears away and she looked up at him and smiled very slightly. "Me too Luddy."