Italy had realized long ago that he was in love with Germany. He knew but was in absolute denial. He knew Germany didn't love him back. I mean he's Germany! A man made of stone! Italys eyes were cracked open as he Shen silent tears. He quietly made his way to bed tears slowly streaming down his cheeks. He lay down and slowly drifted off to sleep with an aching heart. The last thought that enters his minds before sleep overcame him was
"I wonder if it would be easier to stop breathing?"
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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....
