That's The World?!『A Hetalia FanFic』

Chapter 59~ Pitiful, Right?

"Ollie, it happened again," I informed as I took my hands out of the water.

Crimson blood was trickling down my arms as I held them up. Because I have this condition where I can't feel pain, I won't know that I stabbed myself until the water turns red. I was washing the dishes because I wanted to be helpful around the house. Also because Allen broke the dishwasher and we have to wash them by hand until we get it fixed.

"That's it, you are banned from washing dishes! I can't have my little cupcake getting hurt so much~" he fussed as he wrapped up my hands with gauze.

"I'm fine Ollie, you don't have to worry so much," I tried to calm him down.

Of course he didn't listen to me, I was his precious little cupcake after all. We went to the bathroom to access my wounds; Matt would take over the dishes from now on. Once my hands were patched up for the fourth time this week, Ollie gave me a safer task to handle.

"Can you get my other books from the attic? They should be in a box marked 'books' so you won't miss it."

I gladly accepted and headed for the hallway. Since my discovery of my condition, I've been testing what injuries Can inflict the slightest feeling. I've placed my hand on a burner, placed my hands in fire, stuck my hand in the toaster, placed salt and ice cubes on a wound, sliced my arms, shut my fingers in doors, and punched walls.

I've had unintentional accidents too because of my sensitive skin. Like burning myself in the shower, easily getting sunburned, and slicing my skin from sharp objects. After all, my skin is pure white. I'd blend in with the walls if my hair wasn't black.

To protect from anymore skin damage, I found a way to create a sunscreen for myself. It's made from darkness so the sun's rays won't char me.

Anyway, when I was in the middle of the hallway I pulled on the rope and a step ladder eased down as an entryway appeared on the ceiling. I climbed up the ladder and took in the dusty atmosphere. The attic was like a time capsule covering passed wars, old trends, sentimental assets, and memorable moments in time. Boxes upon boxes hugged the walls as cobwebs and dust bunnies followed behind. The only light was from the trap door I came from and a little window that needed a major cleaning.

Like Ollie said, I quickly found a box named books and picked it up. But out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of an out of place object. It was a dusty old violin with a matching bow carefully placed next to it. What makes this violin so out of place? Well, it was the only instrument around and it had an odd feel to it. I placed the box by the trap door and approached the violin. There seemed to be something engraved on it that read Stradivarius.

Carefully inspecting the instrument, the wood used for the creation named itself. Spruce was used for the top, willow for the internal blocks and linings, and maple for the back, ribs, and neck. I placed the violin and bow inside of the box and carried it down the ladder. Folding the ladder back up, I carried the box to the living room and confronted Ollie.

"Hey Ollie, what's up with this viol--" I opened the box to see the instrument cleaned and strings tuned. Just a few seconds ago, it was dusty and clearly neglected use over many years. Now it looks vintage and begging for someone to run the bow across it.

"Oh that old thing? I wanted to learn how to play the violin. The sound it makes is so beautiful!" He explained.

"Doesn't that take years of time and dedication to learn?" Allen comment as he walked by.

"Yes, and that's why it's still in the attic," he sulked.

"By the way, what is Stradivarius?" I moved it out of harms way.