I had a dream I was dead and no one noticed or cared. There was no sorrow or mourning. Seeing everyone carry on the same way they always did burned a hole in my chest. My heart, I could feel it burning and crumbling to pieces.
"Italy! Aufsten faul!" Germany yelled telling me to wake up even though I'd rather then not.
Hearing my name being called by a somewhat irritated Germany. Oh well, I slipped out of the bed and got dressed. I decided to stand In front of the mirror, under my normally hazel eyes were dark rings from endless nights of restless, nightmare filled nights. this is the third week in a row.
"Italy! Aufsten faul! don't make me come up there!" He yelled once again.
"Coming!" I responded trying to hide the sadness in my voice
I really didn't want to but it was time to face the day. I placed a hand over my heart and gripped the fabric of my shirt. For a few minutes I stared at myself
"You don't matter remember?" a voice called out to me.
"Maybe that's true" I responded silently
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A rose in the dust
FanfikceItaly is hearing voices in his head. Constantly telling him he's worthless and unwanted. Germany doesn't know how to deal with it and Prussia isn't a big help.
