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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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Depressed! America x Reader
Depressed! America x Reader
Castle of Glass
You walked in to your boyfriend’s apartment quietly. It was a bit early; you didn’t want to wake him. But you brought him breakfast. His favorite coffee and donuts. As you set them down on the kitchen counter, you noticed something. A calendar sitting on the counter. Days up until September 11th were crossed out in black ink. The 11th was circled in red marker. “Fuck…”
You quickly glance up at the clock of the wall. 8:46 AM.
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He was right where you thought he’d be. Alfred was a few blocks down the street. You watched him trace his fingers al
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GermanyxReader :don't hurt:
Okay~ Another.
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You took a step backwards, one step closer from being rid of this abusive Englishman.
"Where do you think you're going? Get back here!" He sneers, tossing a beer bottle over his head, eventually shattering on the ground behind the patched and stained couch.
You think about trying to run away, but he'd probably find you. You complied and came towards him.
Arthur points to his lap and says,"Sit."
You gulp and do as he says. He instantly snake
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He Didn't Cry at Her Funeral
He didn’t cry at her funeral.
Ivan knelt beside (name). She was so beautiful. As always. Her expression was her usual complicated, amazing, delicate but deep kind of expression.
Nothing had changed. Nothing could’ve changed. Haha. Did you say she was gone? No. Nope. (Name), you’re still with me, da?
Ivan had a very, very familiar feeling. Often, when he was with her, when he watched her laugh and sing and dance, he felt as if the entire world were dissolving around them and left only two people in love. He would smile at her, and she would fall into his arms.
She has to be with me. We’re in love. She loves me. She
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T_T poor england