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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
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
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.
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?
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
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....
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
Hidden-JapanAnother day has passed and I am still here, in the safety of my house.
Everyone tries to get me to go outside but I won't budge. I like it just fine here, no one can bother me like this.
Why do I need to go outside anyway? I'm fine just the way I am.
Still, I would like to attempt to make some friends....
The last time I tried to go outside and do something, it resulted in me getting two nuclear bombs. All the pain I was in.....all the people that died......
No. I refuse to let that happen again.
That is why I shall remain in here. Where no one can die and I can't get hurt.
Maybe I'll go outside.
Don't Fear The Reaper (EnglandXReader)CAUTION: SWEARING
Bloody hell. Bloody fucking hell.
These just so happened to be the only thoughts traveling through Arthur Kirkland’s mind as he stood in front of a body. His body, to be more specific. Funny, how all his life he had scoffed at the idea of an out-of-body experience, but here he was, watching the monitors beep consistently in an endless struggle to keep him from going into cardiac arrest.
He didn’t want to die, not really. While he didn’t have much to live for, as far as friends and family went, that didn’t mean he was going to just give up. After trying multiple times to re-enter his body (they all failed miserably), he determined that there must be some way to get back into his body. Swallowing the panic that undeniably went along with his current situation, Arthur left the room in search of someone who could help him.
The first doctor didn’t even stop. The second one had walked right through him. By this point, he was nearl
Creepypasta: Hetalia Theory: England
[Read it here in German! Translated by the lovely alltimeOpheliac]
Arthur was on another one of his trips. Not a traveling trip of course, but a deranged one of hallucinations. The hallucinations were fading now though. Arthur sighed, falling back onto his dirty couch in his run-down flat. He didn't have much money to make his flat any better due to his drug addiction but he did not care at all.
He grabbed the bag of mushrooms from the small plastic table in front of him. He smiled now He had just bought these new mushrooms his dealer picked out in the forest. They were called "amanita muscaria" apparently. He didn't care for the name really. He just wanted the euphoric sensation they gave him.
He popped a couple in his mouth along with a few older ones he had and sat back waiting. About a half hour later the mushrooms started to take effect. He made a lopsided smile
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
Creepypasta: Hetalia Theory: North Italy
[Read along here on YouTube! Reading done by angelhalo777]
“Ciao!” Feliciano waved happily at his friend.
He smiled and waved back before turning around and walking down the small Venice sidewalk. Feliciano sighed, his smile slowly fading. He had just spent the whole day with his friends. That’s how he spent most days. He had a nice care free life. But it wasn’t all perfect, no life was.
He then continued the other way down the narrow road to his home. He shoved his hands in his pockets as he walked, looking to all the people around him. He knew a lot of people in Venice, as he made money driving a vaporetto. Today was his day off though so he enjoyed it as much as he could.
Over the years Feliciano had grown a reputation as a generally happy guy. He tried to laugh as much as he could and make others happy, but it seemed to be never enough.
For years he had
Letters Of War ~Soldier!England X Reader
A long long time ago, in a tragedy
If ever comes a day that I go away
In a forest deep, you'll sink like a stone
From that moment on, you'll go alone
I had to leave her today. I was stationed in Japan and I had to leave early in the morning. I never even had a chance to tell her how much I loved her, and now I regretted it. I sat down at the wooden desk and started to write to her.
My beautiful _________, please wait for me. Keep yourself safe, your head held high, and don’t forget about me. Just in case I don’t come back. I still remember when we were in high school. We were so carefree back then, I so in love with you that I didn’t know what to do with myself! But you saw me and loved me for the person I was. Even though I never got to say goodbye, please remember that I love you and I will see you again someday.
Feeling a warm temperature in the hands we hold
If ever comes a day they gently unfold
A dry bell will sound echoing on its
Writing Fanfictions ~England X Reader~You groaned in frustration as writer's block took over once again. It was such a good idea in your head! But now that you reread your masterpiece, it sounded like junk. You sighed as you deleted the entire piece of work and run your fingers through you (h/l)(h/c) hair. You glance at the clock sitting on your nightstand. It was 5:30 already?! You had to be at school in less than two hours! You groan again, shut down your laptop, and trudged over to your bed, where you flopped down and fell asleep immediately.
"________!" Your teacher yelled from the front of the room. Your eyes snapped open and you jerked you head to look at the teacher. "S-sorry (sir/ma'am)!" You said. Your teacher sighed and shook (his/her) head. "Save your Z's for bedtime! Pay attention! Now, back to the lesson..." Everyone was snickering at you. Everyone except your desk mate and best friend (and secret crush!), Arthur Kirkland. You shot him a 'What the hell?' glance and he shrugged. That was it? Just a s
Creepypasta: Hetalia Theory: Russia
Two men, dressed in white scrubs that outlined fine muscles, held an even larger man by his biceps. They led him through the dreary bland hallways to one of many rooms in the labyrinth-like building. The large man walked in without fighting and one man quickly jabbed a needle in his arm, a sedative. As soon as the doors closed behind him he snapped his head around at it. He glared at the door for a moment, mumbling something his breath.
Ivan had been in a mental institution for years now. How long? He wasn't sure. He just knew it was a long, long time. He was admitted here when he was in his mid-twenties, now he was nearing middle aged. His family had stopped visiting him years ago. They left him. The voices told him that. They didn't want him. He was useless to them and they would let him die here.
They're going to kill you tonight, a voice hissed at him. Yes! You must act on that before they do, another added. Don't listen to them, one more said, that's wrong!
Mutual Attractions-[EnglandxReader](Request)"Dude, are you fucking serious?! Never, not even once?" The hyperactive American leaned towards his best friend, sky blue eyes wide in disbelief. The Englishman straightened out his tie, suppressing the embarrassing pink that dusted his cheeks. Pushing the American away, he scoffed and turned away.
"What does it matter, Alfred?"
"I can't believe you've never even kissed a girl before, Artie! Dude, that's so lame! I bet you've never even liked a girl! Oh my God, are you gay?! Are you gay, Artie?! Oh God, I should have known! What am I gonna tell everyone else! I can't believe it! Wow! Artie is ga-"
The loud American was stopped short by a knee to his stomach, courtesy of the now fuming Brit. Alfred had gone too far this time. Not that he was against gays, he simply just wasn't one. And who was Alfred to assume that he had never had a crush before? Because he certainly did have one crush. Well, he wouldn't call it a crush, exactly. More like love, although he knew that was silly. And ind
Creepypasta: Hetalia Theory: China
Yao stumbled through the crowded kitchen at the greasy restaurant he worked at. He was carrying about five woks he had just cleaned and they were heavy for someone as young as him. He pushed through men and set the woks down on the counter with much effort.
Yao was currently working at a local restaurant to help support his family. The man who had hired him liked him better than other children who wanted the job. He was strong and he could pay him little because of his age, a mere eleven years old.
Usually by his age he would’ve been sent to school but his family didn’t have the money, so he was stuck working. He didn’t mind it that much. The restaurant was much nicer than the other places he had worked in. At least he wasn’t out in fields harvesting rice or mining somewhere; the thought had made him wince.
“Get more dishes!” The man washing the woks barked.
Yao just nodded and scurried off again into the restaurant. He moved from empty table to empt
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
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