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    Hetalia head canons are SO unoriginal—but what if we twisted it up a bit so the OC's are also involved? You can post any Headcanon you want and I will put it up. Bonus points if you think of something for an OC. Also, you can post your OC's and I wi...

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    Many People Died

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    Many People Died.
    
                          

    
                          

    
                          
    "RUN!" Someone shouted. "RUN!"
    
                          

    
                          
    Britain screamed. "No! No! No!" This. Could not. Be happening. Not again. Not again.
    
                          

    
                          
    "What the hell are you doing, Dumkopf? Why are we losing? Why are you so weak? No mercy! No mercy!" The man shouted loudly, banging his fist against the table. "Bloody idiot, you can't ally with them!"
    
                          

    
                          
    Germany sobbed. "SHUT YOUR MOUTH YOU F**KING F*CK! PLEASE!!!"
    
                          

    
                          
    "Attack! Come on, attack!" The man shouted angrily. Japan cursed. "I am doing it! I am doing it!" "You're showing mercy!" "No! I am not!"
    
                          

    
                          
    "No! Please, no! Please!" Japan screamed, "Please!"
    
                          

    
                          
    He ran. Where were they? Where WERE they? "Leave me alone!" The boy shouted. "Please. Leave me alone! Leave me in peace! Please! I'm—" how could he do this? To his own parents? To his brother? How? What kind of monster would do that? "I can do this! I'm begging you! Please just—" How the hell could he? "Just go!"
    
                          

    
                          
    "No!" He screamed. "Noooo!" He fell to the ground. "What have I done? WHAT HAVE I DONE?" Matthew tore frantically at his face with his own fingernails. "What! Have! I! Done!"
    
                          

    
                          
    "Where are you?" He screamed. "GERMANY! Doitsu! Where are you?" The Italian dropped his gun in the lake as he stopped himself so suddenly. "No! My gun-a! Dios mio! Come back, gun!"
    
                          

    
                          
    "What went into me? When-a have I a-needed a gun-a?" He asked himself. "When did I become such a monster that—" he paused. No. It wasn't real. It. Was. Not. Real.
    
                          

    
                          
    "Kill! Kill!" They shouted, as he shot his gun, pressing the trigger twice a second. Boom! Bang! Bam! The sounds as it blew up the dynamite below. The terrified screams of people as they blew up into pieces. "I'm doing it! I'm doing it!" He shouted with pride. "I'm getting them!" 
    
                          

    
                          
    How could he enjoy seeing that? How could he live with himself? How could he breathe? How could he live? Knowing that deaths occurred and it was his fault? America lie facedown on the ground. No. That was over. The real war was over. It was just the war in his head that continued.
    
                          

    
                          
    The answer: it was WWII. Kill or be killed. And how do you think the countries are alive today?
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