JC ch 4 Why am I so useless? It hurts. I can't do anything to help anyone. No military strength to help Germany, I can't focus to pay attention enough for my brother. Nothing I do is good! It's always something that hurts or inconveniences other people. I feel the tears streak down my face again. Strange. I've been here with no water or food for over a week. I shouldn't have any water left in my system. I look over at the blood soaked knife on the bedside table next to me. It was... wonderful. Watching the blood spill out of my body, so warm, so beautiful, so tasty! The pain made me feel something other than the soul sucking pitcher of sadness. "One more... maybe two... seven.... yes, seven!" I whisper to myself as I reach over to the knife. As I take it in my hand I hear heavy footsteps approaching my door. Germany. Only his footsteps could be so bulky. "Italy, can't you come out? I made pasta, your favorite! I e
JC CH 3 Fidgeting his thumbs he glanced at the clock. 5:00 P.M. on the dot. Usually the rambunctious American would have come back right now if he had been in a good mood. If it was a bad mood he would have texted him a mad face telling him to meet him at a McDonalds. But not this time. The silence started to take its toll on the victim. 'I hope I wasn't too harsh this time. I was mildly drunk and had forgotten what I had said. I remember that America didn't think I was drunk. I hope I didn't make anything worse by driving him away if he just wanted comfort.' England was snapped out of his thoughts as his phone vibrated. He hurriedly snatched it up and looked to see who it was as his hopes were high for wanting to apologized to the American. Seeing the contact he groaned. France. Out of all the people. If it wasn't America he would have at least wanted Canada to be calling. Never the less he picked up anyways. "Wh
Hiding loveDo you feel the walls closing in?Do you remember how it all started?We were so innocent.But lost it.How did it all come to this?Drowning in the abbess?You see me drowning in nothing.You shake it off and ignore it.You didn't see the suffering.But now it's too late, cut the rope please?Cause it keeps me hanging onto nothing!What I don't need...Help me, help me!Why won't you talk to me?It hurts every time you over look me.I want you to approve but you don't see the truth.I want to be free but this cage won't set me free and this rope tied around my neck.Please don't over look the things I try to do to make you understand what I go through.It's burning me from inside but I can't hide....From the truth.Oh why do I have to hide my love for you?
Jealous countries ch 2 "So I know what's been happening but can you explain to me why?" Dog raised an eyebrow at America who was lounging in his padded chair on the private jet. They had decided to travel to Italy first in order to get him out of that room. He was probably starving himself and worrying the other countries to death. Maybe even endangering his life. "It started when you left." America scowled at the sky as if it had brought the misfortune onto them. Dog raised her eyebrow even more, waiting for his continuation. With a sigh America continued the tale. "You kept us together Dog. When you left we all just fell apart! Me and Ice didn't know how to comfort Feli during the storms. Me and Feli didn't know how to help Ice deal with the other Nordics. And they didn't know how to help me with..." America trailed off, letting the unspoken words hang in the air. "I am so sorry for leaving. I