Hi everyone! With November starting up, I felt like it's an appropriate time to make a new chapter. For those of you in any other countries, my apologies but because I'm a Canadian, I'll be focusing more on Canada for this chapter. For anyone reading the FrUk fanfiction called Fire, I'm having a severe writers block and hope to be updating soon. For anyone that's in high school, I just started it, and holy hellfire. Wow. It's, well, interesting. Chat me XD anyway, hope you like this fresh new update. <3
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Gunshots, blasts, screaming in the distance. Grenades. Tanks. Men and women screeching for help. Blood on the ground. Matthew wished so badly to help, to end the war, for life to be normal. But he stood helplessly on the battlefield, while soldiers ran through his ghostly image. He could hear it, so close to him, but so far away; ticking. Tick, tick, tick, tick...
A bunker so far away was doomed to an impending explosion. The ticking stopped, and there was a short pause before the explosion shocked Matthew awake. He bolted up in bed with a soft squeak, then a whimper when he realized he was clenching his fists so tight his nails were digging into his skin. He shook his hands out and stood, trembling. Kuma looked up at him, puzzled. Matthew shook his head, refusing to speak. Most of the time it was easy to hide his PTSD, but this month brought everything back to him. Triggers were everywhere. The word trigger was a trigger. He shuffled downstairs in his snowman slippers and made himself a steamy cup of cocoa, then sat at the table and tried to stop his hands from shaking. He felt so alone, but like always, was forced to swallow his fear, as nobody would take notice anyway. Silently, he stood, then took soft, slow steps out to his back door. He stared into his backyard.
Short rows of poppies stared back.
He shuddered, and brushed his fingers over the poppy pinned to his shirt.
It'll be over soon, he thought to himself, tears welling up in his eyes.
Just don't go back to sleep.
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Depressed Hetalia/Worst Nightmares
FanfictionThe Hetalia countries' worst nightmares, Depressed Hetalia, Suicidal Hetalia, and extreme feels. I hope some of these chapters connect personally with readers. If anyone's up to talk, as someone who has gone through diagnosed depression and continue...
