You looked at the sleeping Dutch in the room you shared. You sighed and quietly walked over to the dresser drawers with a suitcase. Quietly, you packed all of your clothes up and zipped the suitcase. "Where are you going _____?" Tim looked at you, tiredly rubbing his eyes. Taking a deep breath, you held back the forming tears. "I want a divorce." you sternly replied. Shocked, Tim looked at you in disbelief.
He shook his head slightly. "You're joking right? You can't be serious!" him shouting made you jump. "I'm leaving you Tim. You can't stop me!" you shouted back. He shot from the bed in sheer anger and grabbed you forcefully, throwing you across the room. You landed on a nearby wall and hit your head, blood poured from a small wound on your forehead.
You looked at the Dutch man who was standing over you, a sadistic smile formed on his face. "If I can't have you, NO ONE CAN!!!" he shouted, quickly taking a revolver from his back pocket and pointing it towards you. You screamed in terror and thankfully dodged the bullet. "I love you too much to let you leave me now." he said to you. Tim grabbed some rope and quickly tied you up. He grabbed you by the hair and threw you down the basement stairs, where he left you to starve and die.
(A:N) okay guys, that was mah second Hetalia story. it is very dark, the Netherlands is a good character to do. hope you liked it! plz comment and vote! thx! chaio!
