I spent the whole night thinking. Contemplating over everything. Was it true that everyone would be happy without me? What would happen to France? I suppose that it could survive without me, but what about all my smaller nations? Someone would invade sometime soon, and I didn't want anyone that would bring suffering to the French people. What was I to do? Stay and make all the other countries suffer but keep my people safe? Or be rid of everyone else's suffering but let my people run themselves into chaos. It was the hardest choice I ever had to make.
Who made me a country?
It is when we die that we are reborn. But what will happen to me?
I do not want to live again. It is just too painful to stay here.
I turned my pillow over to the cool side and felt warm tears float down my cheeks and onto my pillow. Gripping the sheets tightly, I mouthed a scream of terror before shutting my eyes and trying to block everything out.
Fra-ancis dude! What happened to you?! You look like Kennedy when he had been shot!
What the bloody hell do you think you are doing? You look horrible!
If you become one with me, I will help Francis be great again, da?
You westerners are so stupid, aru!
Mr Francis, are you okay?
Get up, Francis. We don't care about your feelings. You are making us look terrible.
BIG BROTHE-ERR! I HATE YOU! YOU'RE SO WEAK, RIGHT, LUDDY?!
I could hear them as if they were here in my bedroom. I cried myself to sleep that night.
The next day, I got up and I noticed blood on my arm.
Then I woke up.
(A.N Sorry it's so short. I'm going to CCF camp tonight and I didn't have much time to update. Byeee! )
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FanfictionI can't ignore the voices in my head France. Pervert. Rapist. I hear those names too often I want this all to be over It will be worth it (Triggers: Self harm, suicidal thoughts (I haven't decided yet))
