Hidden Pain

I had always seemed like life was perfect for me, but that was farther from the truth then you would think. I loved the people who I knew would most likey disappear. My life wasn't the greatest growing up but I managed and here is my story.

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"ITALIA! GET BACK HERE NOW!" Germany yelled at me. I walked up to him with the look of fake fear the fooled everyone. Honestly, Germany was fucking annoying. "D-d-doistu?" I pretended to quiver in fear. "Italy I'm sorry I yelled." he mutter. I showed him a big (fake!) smile. "Ve~ It's alright Doitsu~ I'm sorry I worried you~" I said with fake stupidity. 'No it's not! I was walking to my house and you yelled at me assmunch!' my mind screamed. "Do you want some pasta?" I asked that smile plastered on my face. 'Please say no. Please say no.' I chanted in my head. "Sure vhy not." he said. 'DAMN IT!' I thought. "YAY!" I shouted stupidly running in to the house and into my kitchen to get started. "Do jou vant some help Italia?" Germany ask. "Non I'm alright!" I called back. "Alright..." He said. I heard the couch groan under his weight. I came out a few moments later with pasta. "You better eat up Doitsu, Prussia's home alone" I told him stupidly. "Ja your right" he replied. He ate the pasta, said good bye, and left. Once I heard the door shut I went upstairs and took off my jacket and tranced the angry red lines up and down my wrist. That's right I cut. You would to if you were a slave when you were younger with a dead lover. I frowned. He promised he'd be back. He lied to me. I stared at the shiny metal of the razor blade. I picked it up and cut right above my elbows going up. What makes a difference over 49 to 89 anyways? "Italy?" Spain called. 'Shit! They think I stopped long ago I can't let them see this!' I thought. I threw on my jacket, cleaned my mess, and put away the razor blade. "Ve~ Coming!" I called running downstairs. "Coma estas!" the Spanish idiot cheered. I wish I could be happy like that 24/7. "Ciao!" I exclaimed. .

I hug Romano and Spain smiling. "Oi! Get off!" Romano yelled shoving me away. 'Gladly' I thought. "Why are you guys here?" I asked. "The bastard thought you wanted to go watch a movie with us." Romano said. I coughed. "Sorry I think I'm to sick to go" I said. "Ay ay ay, then you stay home and eat some tomato soup, si?" Spain told me. I smiled in my mind. "Yes sir!" I said saluting him as he and Romano left.

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I ran through the field in my little green dress and apron. I looked around. 'Oh no. Not this dream! Please!' I thought. I ran and ran only to come upon the dead bodies of Romano, Hungary, and Holy Rome. I screamed and fell to the ground crying. "The only ones why life is worth living and their dead!" I shouted into the blackness. I suddenly felt a hand on my shoulder. "I thought I also made life vorth living" Germany said hurt.. "NO YOUR A DAMN NAZI ASSHOLE WHO INVADED MY COUNTRY" I screamed. "Good then you don't mind if I do this to him, da?" A Russian accented voice asked. Before, I could scream, there was a

snap and Germany fell to the ground dead. "NO NO NO NOOOOOO!" I screamed.

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Bwah I'm sorry! I couldn't help myself!

That moment when you get inspired by gothic/heavy metal for a story lol.