Depressed Hetalia/Worst Nightmares

Cherry Blossoms on the Sidewalk

JAPAN'S NIGHTMARE

Sitting in the meeting room, quiet, shy, and unnoticed (until mr. America needed someone to agree with him).

Germany began to ask around for opinions on something. This was his chance to be heard, to be a leader, not a follower. "I...I have a comment to make-" everyone looked at him.

"DUDE! THIS IS WHAT WE GOTTA DO!" America cut in, and everyone's focus turned to him. Japan sighed.

"Does anyone rearize I matter too?" Japan said out loud. "My opinions are just as important as everyone erse's." Nobody was listening, as usual. "Can I herp? Everyone onry cares about me when I say erection, because with my accent it sounds funny."

"JAPAN SAID ERECTION!" America burst out, laughing his obnoxious laugh. Japan stood and began to walk out.

"Japan, wait!" Germany called. Japan's eyes filled with hope as he turned to face the German. "Military training after the meeting."

Japan nodded and quickly walked out of the meeting room. "Of course, nobody rearry cares if I wasn't here," Japan said to himself, "arr anyone wants me for is to take sides when a war breaks out, or to say erection, or to agree with what's on topic. Nobody rearry cares."

Walking around the building, the Japanese man checked around him and unsheathed his sharpened katana. His sad, dull eyes darted from the sword to his clear, perfect wrists. The perfect canvas... he thought.

"Even China-San no ronger cares for me, as he joined forces against me..." he whispered.

Slit,

After slit,

After slit.

And the pain inside was still unbearable.

His sword dripped with blood, his wrists, once like clear paper, cut up beyond full repair. Sitting against the building, he squeezed his eyes shut, letting his pain drain out of him and run as a little red stream down the sidewalk crevices. The blood splotches looked like blooming, red cherry blossoms. Japan smiled a sad, humorless smile.

Suddenly he heard voices, accents, footsteps. The meeting was over. "Japan?" Someone called, a high pitch Italian. Italy and Germany were approaching.

This was a nightmare.

Germany looked down at Japan. "Italy! Get over here!"

Italy ran over, and froze upon seeing Japan. Bright, happy Italian nation stared down at the broken, depressed, bloody Japanese man. Pain filled Japan's eyes.

Italy's eyebrows raised, and his eyes traced over the cuts along Japan's arms. Italy's mouth curved into a small smile.

Germany began to laugh. A mean, angry laugh, targeting Japan.

One by one, all the countries circled Japan, laughing.

Then, one by one,

they all began to walk away.