Italy was once again sitting on the bathroom floor. A pocket knife held loosely in his hand. He stared at the silver blade considering it. He held up his arm and gently pressed the knife against his skin.
What would happen if I suddenly disappeared? Italy thought. Would anybody care? If I died I would see Holy Rome again...... suddenly there was a banging at the bathroom door.
"Yo Italy dude wanna go out?" America yelled.
Why is America here? Italy meanly cursed.
He looked down at his arm and his eyes widens in panic. America banging on the door had made his hand slip and now his arm was gushing blood.
"Ve~ one second America!" Italy ran his arm under the sink and hastily wrapped it up in bandages. He opens the door with a close eyed smile.
"Ve~ where to America?" Italy asked.
"A burger joint!!!"
~time skip~time skip~time skip~
America dropped Italy back at his house. "Awesome hanging out with you dude!"
"Ve~ bye America!"
America then started to drive away. As he was driving there was one thought that passed through his mind. Isn't Italy a lot thinner than last time?
A/N: hey sorry for not updating in a while I had some stuff at school going on. Thanks for reading! I own nothing but the plot.
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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....
