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Why do I smile so much? I'm so unhappy...
No one likes me. I know that.
They tell me that they hate me and they always make sure I'm not involved in any of their activities.
It hurts. It hurts when nobody likes you.
I always get yelled at for being who I am. I can't help it! I'm the hero, heroes always has to be happy and positive no matter how sad they are.
Still, it's starting to get hard to keep all of it in.
Everytime I give an idea I always get told it's stupid or idiotic and told to sit down and shut up the rest of the meeting. Why do they all hate me?
I just try to lighten the mood since everyone is always in such a bad one.
I like having Tonny as a friend but I wouldn't mind if they came over to my house once in a while. I don't even care if they stay long or not, I just want them to s
Upset-CanadaWhy can't anyone see me?
I'm very much visible, right? I'm just like the rest of them right?
No one sees me, I could be standing next to the trash can and they would notice the trash can first. Even my own bear doesn't recognize me!
Everyday it's the same question, "Who are you?"
Everyday I respond with the same answer, "I'm Canada!"
It doesn't work. I try and I try so hard to be noticed but all my efforts are futile. What do I need to do?!
I look up to the sky every night and wonder which God thought it was funny to make my life like this. I hate it. I hate the way I was set to live, I'm America's shadow and that's all I'll ever be. I'm America's decoy so Cuba won't beat him up.
I remember one day, England took me and America shopping for groceries. He left me there, at the supermarket, the only reason I came back was because he f
Sadness-RussiaWhy does no one want to be one with Mother Russia?
Am I off putting? Do I offend people?
Why does no one want to sit with me at the meetings?
Do I smell funny?
What is wrong with me? I try my best to be happy and kind in public because at home I fall apart.
All the war. All the death, all the fighting and tragedy. That can change someone.
Everytime I close my eyes I see it all. I don't like it.
All the vodka in the world can't supress it, can it?
All I need is one person to be my saving grace.Someone to make me forget it all.
I am sad.
Everyone needs a sunflower, da?
Hurt- EnglandBloody hell.
Why am I so unhappy?
Oh. That's right, everyone I loved left me.
Those gits. I raised them! I gave them everything I could and they just throw it all in my face! They all wouldn't have gotten by without me!
They don't understand how lucky they were. I never got to feel the love that I displayed on them, my brothers treated me like shit and they still do! If only I had what they had when I was their age, no, all I did was get cursed, and shot at just for walking on their land.
They all hurt me. None of them hurt me as much as you, America.
You were my little brother, I gave you the world and all you did was turn it against me.
Your leaving gave me a hurt that I can never fully recover from. You left me, taking my heart with me.
All of you took away from the man who gave too much love, and replaced it wi
Forgotten- PrussiaMein Gott.
How did this happen to me? I used to be popular, everyone feared me. Now I'm a forgotten nobody.
Me, zhe awesome Prussia! Forgotten! Thanks to that stupid war. Everything was fine till that stupid war. It should have killed me, I'd rather be dead than be forgotten, what's the difference?
At least no one is around to see the tears I shed about my fall. I wonder if this is how Rome felt when he died.
All the bottles of beer do nothing for me. I'm invisible to the world. Not even on the map, talked about in past tense....why? Why me?
That war cost me everything.
It cost me my friends, my popularity, even mein bruder....
Oh Germany, I miss you.
You and Gilbird are all I got left.
Please....don't forget me like everyone else did.....
I love you.
Regret- SpainI'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry for the way I treated you.
I'm too selfish. I don't ever look to see how people are doing. That's my personality and I can't change it.
I spend my nights with my Bad Touch friends and occasionally, with a few lucky ladies, but each night, before I go to bed, I think about how much I wronged you.
All you wanted was love and I was too stubborn to give it to you. I neglected you and turned you away when you needed me most.
I wanted your brother so bad that I didn't care about how you felt and I should have. I never saw how upset you got at the mention of his name, I didn't care.
All you wanted was for someone to accept you and love you and you got none of that.
I look to you and see how mad and bitter you are to the world and I can't help but realize that I made that. I made you the monster you are tod
Overshadowed- RomanoStupid Italy.
I didn't ask to be like this! All I wanted was to be loved!
Is that too hard to ask for?!
You think I don't know that he's better than me? You think I like to be second best?! You think it doesn't kill me inside each time when people speak about how great he is?!
I KNOW HE'S BETTER THAN ME!
Everyone casts me aside unwanted and it breaks my heart.
Spain, the one person I thought I could love, broke my heart in two and it shall never be the same.
I'm tired! I'm tired of being just, "Italy's brother."
I'M ROMANO, IDIOTAS! I HAVE FEELINGS TOO!
Oh look, I'm crying again.
I don't have anyone. Everyone wants Italy, let them have him.
He's the f
Nostalgic-ChinaIt's been so long, aru.
So long since we've seen each other.
Four Thousand years? Probably longer.
You don't make any attempt to talk to me or contact me. I worry for you. I felt so bad for what America did to you in World War 2 that I got no sleep over it. I didn't even talk to America until after it was over.
Do you remember, aru? Do you remember all the fun we used to have together? You used to love to paint, and make your own words even though I told you to use my words.
You used to love playing with Panda, you two would run around in the fields until your little body just gave out.
You used to help me cook. I miss that.
I miss you, aru.
I miss your big, brown eyes that hide your emotion so well. I miss your silky black hair that always covered the windows to your soul. Why did you have to grow up? Why did you have to leave
Oppressed- LithuaniaWhat did I do to deserve this?
I'm a good person right?
I never asked to be kept a slave by Mr. Russia.
I just want to be let free. I want my brothers and I to be free. I mean, I used to be a very big country! I had many friends and lots of power.
Now look at me, I'm getting bossed around by Russia.
I've lost everything.
I'm no one.
My friend Poland left me when I needed him most. Now it's just my brothers and I but it still doesn't feel right, I shouldn't be like this.
They don't know but even with them, I feel depressed.
I'm nothing more than a glorified servant. I'm abused.
I don't deserve this.
God, someone set me free.
Bringing Him HomePrussia felt his heart stop as he watched France stab his brother right through the heart. He didn’t even realize he had sprinted across the battlefield and punched him in the face until he was kneeled beside the dying empire.
“H-Hey, stay vith me.” He gently cradled him, pressing against the gaping wound in his chest. A pale shaky hand stopped him, and pale blue eyes stared into his crimson orbs.
“I-Ich leibe dich…” He gasped, before his hand went limp and his eyes slid shut.
“Nein, nein! Stay vith me!” He shouted at him, already knowing it was too late. He shut his eyes and started to sob, holding his corpse close. He had been too late, and as a result he watched his brother die from a plot to break his power. He cried silently as it began to rain,
ignoring his soldiers as they left the sobbing nation to grieve.
He sniffled when he felt the limp body start to stir, and his looked down in shock. Pale eyelids fluttered open to reveal dar
HETALIA THEORY - Canada [Creepypasta]
Listen to this while reading:
I SWEAR LISTENING TO THIS WILL HELP SOOO MUCH.
It was a cold winter afternoon.
There sat the blonde boy,curled up against a wall,trembling violently.
"Why can't they see me?Why?"He whimpered quietly as fits of laughter erupted from downstairs.He slowly crawled out from his spot in the corner,peeking through the door only to see his parents laughing with some neighbors.He watched them intently as they ruffled the child's messy golden locks before them that had belonged to the quests.His purple eyes scanned their faces,filled with pride and joy at this boy..This boy that wasn't even their son!Rage coursed through his body as he stomped down the stairs furiously.The two adults whipped their heads only to see the child stomping down the stairs."L-Laura can you please take care of..him?"The man whispered to the brunette woman.She nodded,and stood up to
Brokenhearted Girl~Italy x Reader"I NEVER LOVED YOU, YOU WERE A MASSIVE MISTAKE!" Arthur roared at me. Tears streaming down my face,my hands covered my face teardrops falling through.
"Tell me you don't mean that! P-please don't do this.." I said, my voice quivering. Arthur slammed a bag down on our bed,stuffing all my clothes into it. 'How did we even get into this argument in this first place?,' I thought 'Oh yeah, it was all that bartenders fault, telling him I was having an affair with someone, when I wasn't!. He never believes me when I say things, so this just made me realise he doesn't trust me at all'.
He face was full of rage and disgust and it was all aimed at me. As he stuffed my clothes into the bag I tried pulling his hands away. Suddenly, SMACK!
Silence filled the room as I placed my hand upon my cheek. My eyes glistened as more tears fell. I turned and ran, I could hear him calling me but I didn't turn back. Maybe it was best if I hadn't tried to stop him from throwing me out, maybe it was best that I h
Forgotten (Italy x Reader)
Will you remember me? Even when I am but a distant memory. Promise me that you will remember me no matter what. Whether it be 2 years or 50, make sure that you will always remember the girl from next door, Feli...
"Are you sure your okay with going to collage in Italy?" Your mom said. You sighed. You've been having this conversation with your mother for the past month. She was worried about you being so far away. You wanted to go to a special collage that specialized in cooking, what you did best.
"Don't worry mom. And anyways, we used to live in Italy right? So why is it so bad that I go to one of the best cooking schools in the world? You should be proud that I got this far." You said and crossed your arms.
"I am sweetie, but I'm just going to miss you. I just want you to be safe." She said before hugging you.
"I will mom, and I'll write. Don't worry about me, I can take care of myself. I'm almost 20 anywa
Sweet Dreams (ChibitaliaxHoly Roman Empire)Italy was asleep in Germany's bed. Again.
Germany sighed. He was slowly getting used to the happy-go-lucky Italian's habits. Instead of freaking out or trying to wake up the sleeping nation, he gently moved the smaller brunette to the side so he could lie down and get some sleep himself. As soon as he laid down, Italy rolled over and snuggled into the blonde's back. Again, Germany sighed.
"Gute Nacht, Italien..." he murmured before falling asleep.
In Italy's dream, he was a small child again. He was sweeping the floor in the kitchen, humming a happy song. When he turned around, he froze in surprise. A small blonde boy wearing all black with a matching hat was standing in the doorway shyly.
Italy's eyes teared up. "Holy Rome! It's you! You promised you would come back, but you never did..." Suddenly, the dream had changed. Holy Rome was still a child, but Italy was an adult. "I waited for you, but you didn't come back... Why didn't you keep your promise?"
Hetalia: Innocent Sweetness (Feli x Chubby Reader)Everyone knows how Feli is just the most innocent manchild on the face of the earth. Unless his curl is pulled by someone he loves.... Then it gets a little saucy. So lets see how innocent Feli can stay when around his crush.
(Name) was a bright soul. Her gorgeous (e/c) eyes shined perfectly in the right light, and her (h/c) hair glowed and glimmered and framed her (s/c) face perfectly. Her body didn't exactly fit the mold that society had set forth as being the standard of beauty. She wasn't stick thin. Her chest was bigger than what she saw was normal for (age) year olds, even to the point that she had to bend her back a little bit to see her toes. She did have a muffin top, but it wasn't the worst in the world. She'd definitely seen worse. Sure, she'd been teased about it. Yeah, it hurt, as words usually do. Especially when so-called 'friends' encourage and join in this torrential torment. But still, none of that mattered. She had the best friend in the entire world, and h
Alone (Feliciano x Chubby!Reader)A/N: AS PROMISED, HERE'S THE LONG AWAITED AND MUCH DEMANDED SEQUEL TO INNOCENT SWEETNESS. ENJOY, MY BROS.
"Feli? Feli? Where are you?" you called. You had no idea where you were, nor how you got there. Taking a quick scan of the room, all you saw were white washed walls and bright, blinding white lights. "Feliciano Vargas!!! Where the hell are you??" you screamed. Your voice cracked a bit, and you felt so scared. You immediately started running towards a grey area that appeared to be at the end of a long hallway. Just as you neared the spot where the grey ran into the white, the world around you went black. All was dark, and you were still alone. God, you hated being alone. HATED it. Loathed it. You'd rather die than spend even 2 minutes alone. So many people had abandoned you, that you were positive it would kill you if anyone else left. Now that you couldn't find Feliciano ANYWHERE, it worried you. Had he abandoned you too? 'No! He promised he would never leave me... Didn't
100 Hetalia headcannons..[Please read the description before going on to the list. Gracias~ :3]
1. There are personifications for America's states; all of them are 'adopted', but he likes to think of them as his kids, even if most of them are older than him.
2. Native America is America and Canada's mother. She represents the whole of North America, but like America with his states, there once were representations of each individual Native American civilization [i.e. Aztecs, Incas, Iroquois etc.] and most of the present states are children of them.
3. America actually 'killed' England during the revolution.
4. England sleeps with a stuffed bear. [Idea from my pal Fang and her Epic story's-]
5. The only way a nation can truly be killed is when his or her people and culture have disappeared, or been completely destroyed. However, they can physically "die", meaning their bodies can shut down, but they'll come back to life sooner or later. Often they spend this time in a coma-like state, and are very
PrussiaxCanada - Tickle Me NotMatthew sighed deeply, sitting at the end of the couch. He was trying to read a book, one he was enjoying very much, but the man on the other end was bothering him. Closing his eyes, he pinched the bridge of his nose. The white haired male bounced in his seat impatiently, a controller in his hand.
Gilbert growled at the television, his red eyes fixated on the graphics displayed on the screen. He mashed the buttons on the controller, tilting in his seat like it would help. His body jerked backwards as his character was killed in a painfully looking way.
“Verdammit! Why can’t I get pass this part!?” He hollered loudly, chucking the controller onto the coffee table in front of them.
Putting his book down, Matthew clicked his tongue against the back of his teeth and turned towards the Prussian. “I would appreciate it if you didn’t throw my things.” Gilbert turned his head to look at the blonde boy, scoffing as he sat up. But his hard glare softened and h
Heartbroken-ItalyYou've been gone for so long...
I miss you everyday.
I don't think I should, you just up and left me. You went away and never came back. I just wish that we could've had more time together, you were special to me.
We used to have so much fun at Mr. Austria's house, running in the field, swimming together in the river, I even taught you how to paint.
I still have the bunny.
I made some new friends. They're Germany and Japan.
Though I have a strange attraction to Germany for some reason. Maybe because he looks so much like you.
My long lost love.
Come back to me, please?
I love you....
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