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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
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?
Loneliness- FranceAnother beautiful woman in my bed.
Another person to keep me company.
This isn't right. I can't keep using these females like that, they're probably just like me. They probably want someone to love.
I feel so alone, I don't like to feel this. I'm so alone that I take any women that would have me, and feel disgusted afterwards.
The others don't know, they think I'm just some glutton for young women. I'm not, they fill the void temporarily. Even for that short while, I feel a twinge of happiness and I don't want to let it go.
Why won't the others understand?
I get lonely too....
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
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.
Tsundere- GermanyWhy doesn't anyone understand? I'm not trying to be mean all the time, I just come off as mean.
When I yell at Italy I only do it to protect him. He doesn't know any better and I don't want to see him get hurt.
I don't know why I'm like this. I don't know why I just can't smile and show my happiness and appreciation. Maybe it's just because I'm German.
Prussia hasn't exactly been the best teacher when it came to feelings.
And all the wars, my own country being the start of one. That doesn't really make some one happy right?
My cold exterior makes everyone scared of me, I don't like to be lonely, no one does.
So why does it have to be me?
That's right, I'm Germany, the tall, muscular, sadistic one that doesn't know how to be happy.
That's not true, I just want someone to be happy with me.
Teased- FinlandLies. All lies.
They are just saying that because they know I get upset. They slander his name and they laugh in my face.
It makes me so mad that I cry.
Why do they enjoy talking about him like that? What is so funny about seeing me cry? I spend everyday trying to make their lives better and this is how I get treated.
Jerks. All of them.
They say mean things about him.
"He doesn't know you exist, get over it!"
It's not true, it's NOT true!
He's my best friend! I love him. I try my hardest to ignore them but they do it everyday and each day I find my willpower decreasing even more.
No matter what they say, I will always believe.
Santa is real.
Ho ho ho.....
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
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
Creepypasta: Hetalia Theory: North Italy
“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 been secretly faking this all though, but he had tried his best to make it real enough. Feliciano was never really happy though. The only time he was, was those few
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
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: 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!
EnglandxReader The Tale of Ice (Prologue)England, 1823
England sat gently on the edge of her bed, watching her with worried eyes. She managed a weak smile, ignoring the uncomfortable way the nightdress clung to her sweaty form. His rather large eyebrows knitted together.
“Hello.” Her voice was weak, raspy, quiet. She saw the man tense. She was growing weaker by the hour. He cleared his throat.
“Hello.” She tried to pull herself up, but her arms gave out, sending her down onto the bed once more. England reached forward and helped her sit, trying to ignore how thin she was, trying to ignore the fact that he could feel her bones. She gave him a grateful smile, before being taken by a fit of coughs.
England watched, knowing there was nothing he could do. She struggled to gain her breath, her chest rising and falling rapidly. A tear ran down her cheek. She sat back, angrily wiping it away. England grasped her hand, unable to stop himself. He gave it a gentle squeeze. She tried to squeeze back, but her hand
America X Reader: Heroes Don't Cry
‘What is that sound?’ You thought as all you saw was darkness. ‘Is that a heart monitor?’ A pain in your side reminded you what went on and answered your question.
“That had to be the best movie we’ve seen yet!” Your boyfriend, Alfred, said as you both walked out of the theater walking down the sidewalk headed home.
“You saw that about every movie we see.” You giggled holding on to his arm as you walked.
“We see good movies.” He laughed that laugh you loved to hear. When the two of you turned a corner you were both met with a gun pointed at the both of you.
“Give me your money and no one gets hurt.” The man holding the gun told you as you looked at him in fear. “Did I stutter? Give the bag lady!”
“Don’t talk to her like that.” Alfred told him throwing a punch at the guy sending him stumbling back a bit before he pointed the gun towards Alfred. Alfred grabbed his wrist
England x Reader -Get It Out! Ow!"A-Arthur! O-Ow.....s-stop, i-it hurts! I'm not ready!" You screamed
"It'll be okay love. Just relax, the pain will go away. Give it time." A certain British male said soothingly
Alfred and Francis had been walking by when they heard you making some strange noises from behind a locked and closed door. They listened carefully, ears pressed against the wooden door. What was going on?
They heard moving on what sounded to be a bed. Then a sound that sounded a little needy.
"Do you want me to stop love?" They heard Arthur say in a soothing and loving voice
"N-No, I can handle i-it! Please keep going!" You nearly screamed
Francis raised an eyebrow and looked to Alfred, mouthing 'Are they doing it?' Alfred could only make a horrified face.They doubted it but when they heard something close to a moan, they thought a bit differently. Francis tried again to open the door but it was locked and no other way in.
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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