Italy sat on the bathroom floor, his eyes half open. His eyes filled with loathing as he looked at his arms. Deep cuts in various stages of healing ran all the way up both of his arms. Blood seeped from the fresh cuts. He stood, careful not to get blood on the floor, he made his way over to the sink. He turned in the water and rinsed his arms off. He looked in the mirror at his disheveled appearance. He saw someone who was weak, broken, unneeded, useless, stupid.... two quick bangs on the door shook him out of his stupor.
"Italy vat are you doing? We are going to be late!" Germany yelled.
"Ve~ one second Germany!" And with that he rolled down his sleeves and closed his eyes once again hiding behind a mask.
A/N: I think I actually have to put this here but I don't own hetalia! Only the plot is mine.
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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....
