I look at the young man reading next to me. I love him so much... I reach over and clasp my arms around his neck. He sets down his book and puts his hands on my waist. "Ich liebe dich, Amber," he says. I look into his sky blue eyes and sigh; ich liebe mein Deutschland... As he pulls me in for a kiss, my mind begins to wander. I love this man, he has done so much for me...
His lips caress mine passionately
...yet he only knows half my story...
Tears start to stream down my face.
...only one other person knows my story...
Ludwig breaks away and wipes my tears with his fingers.
...and he is long gone...

I will write as much as I can. This was sort of like the introduction. Writing A Story Never Told is going to be interesting. I've never written anything this long before. I hope it is successful! Oh, and yes, this is a Hetalia fanfiction. All countries will be refered to by their human names. Unless I refer to Ludwig as "mein Deutschland", or one country is speaking to another country. Ex. "Italy, vat are you doing!?"Ludwig exclaimed.

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That's ok, if you completely understood what was going on, I would have to think that you had already read the whole story! (Which is impossible because I haven't even finalized all of the details!) :)