Italy stared blankly at himself in the mirror. Weak. Useless. Unneeded. Burden. Pushover.... These are all thing he saw about himself. He wished he had confidence like Prussia, that he was strong like America or intimidating like Germany. His half opens eyes showed self loathing. His once bright golden eyes had considerably darkened
"Oi fratello what the hell is takeing so long?"
And just like that his eyes snapped shut hiding his feelings once again.
"Ve~ one second Romano!"
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With Open Eyes
FanfictionHis eyes were open just a sliver, but in his eyes the were deep pits of despair. Sorry I suck at descriptions..... This is my first story so I probably suck....
