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Bloody 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 with a man who gives none.
If only had the gall the tell you all. Why can't you read it on my face? Even though I don't show it, my eyes say it all.
You hurt me......
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England. Gun shot.
Hello.
My name is Arthur Kirkland.
Though no one ever calls me that.
The United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland; My official name, a jumble of useless vowels and consonants that no one bothers to remember. They don’t even call me that.
England, Britain, Brit, Limey…
Names aren’t important anyways. Look at me! I’m rambling about useless information.
Let’s start again. If we’re going to do this, we’re going to do it proper.
Hello.
My name is Arthur Kirkland.
I go by various titles, but Arthur is a particular favorite of mine I save for special circumstances.
The only people I ha
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Creepypasta: Hetalia Theory: Russia
[Now read it here in German! Translated by alltimeOpheliac (https://www.deviantart.com/alltimeopheliac)]
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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 wh
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A Canadian Grudge
America saw his brother, more like twin, leave the Meeting Room in a huff and felt his face pull into a confused frown. For the last couple weeks, Canada had been ignoring him and when the other did take notice, he got a harsh glare that America didn't think the sweeter of the two could make. It was rather unnerving now that he thought about it, and his stomach coiled. Did I do something wrong? Canada's my bro, he would know better than anyone that if I say something I don't mean it. It's just the racial people of my country raggin' on their rad neighbor upstairs.. His people are really nice though, so maybe he forgot that people's opinions c
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T_T poor england