My R (Hetalia Songfic)

Chapter 2: The Short Kid

Alright, I'm gonna do it today,” I thought,
But just when I was about to take off my shoes,
I found a short boy there,
And I ended up calling to him again.

“Shit” was the first thing that crossed my mind the next day I went to that same roof again. I called out to yet another guy who beat me here. What kind of luck am I getting today?

This short dude had short black hair, and his eyes were pretty sad looking as he looked down from the roof. Like the other guy, his feet were hovering by the edge of the roof as he was about to jump…

Till I had to butt in.

Like before, I did the same as I did with the German kid. This one had a thick Asian accent though… Like a Japanese voice actor trying to speak English and failing at it. Either way, I still understood his words and I listened to him all the way through.

The short boy told me how lonely he feels in his class,
“Everyone ignores me. Everything’s taken from me. I don't belong anywhere,” he said.

Right at that moment I did the same exact thing as before. I honestly couldn't hold myself in… After all, this is the second time I've been interrupted! So I let myself go out on this poor little kid.

Are you kidding me?! The nerve you have to get here before me for such a tame reason!
Against all that, you're still loved at home,
And there's always dinner waiting for you, right?

Huffing and puffing, there was a moment of awkward silence between around the roof. I didn't bother to look at him, taking interest in my own feet as my hands were clenched into tight little fists. Neither of us spoke for that moment and I suddenly felt my gut drop. Did… Did I screw up? God, what if he was actually an orphan and he's here without any mom or-

Wait…

He's…

Crying…?

Looking up from my shoes he was literally crying. That was a first for sure, but what happened next surprised me the most, as this short kid suddenly burst out.

“I’m hungry,” the short boy cried,
And disappeared.

Running and running. Away from the edge of the roof, forgetting his own sandals he had left, and bolting to the exit. That short kid sure knew how to run. Within seconds I'm alone again on the roof. Standing. Not by the edge, but slowly going back to the door away from the inevitable drop that I wanted to meet… For another day, I would do these talks with people again. And again and again will I go back home, to meet the same old events.

Just like that, I spoke to a few of them
And talked them out of it,
While I cannot share my own pains with anyone.

Every time! I just wanted to end my life at that exact roof, but I would meet with others who beat me to it. It really was like god was preventing me from ending my endless pain. This endless pain I could never share. Unlike the ones I've saved already… Till one day, I found someone like me.