Blood and Tears

Colour of His Eyes.

I stared at the door after Prussia left, my mind lost in wonder. He'll be expecting to see me. He actually cares. I walked into the living room, sitting down. He doesn't care about you. Anyone would do what he did in that situation. He's just like the rest of them. I shook my head furiously. "No. He said he wanted to see me." Lies. Do you really think that he cares? You're useless and pathetic and nothing. He won't remember you, do you know why? BECAUSE YOUR INVISABLE! I reached over and grabbed a book and opened it, trying to block out the voices.

You know that won't work. Get that stupid brain of yours out of the stone age. If you could call that lump of garbage a brain. I bit my lip. I looked over to the stairs, coming to the only option to get the  voices to go away. Go ahead. Cut us out. Only a few more, then we'll leave. Go and cut us out of your head. I stared at the stairs and my body stiffened at the volume of voices. You piece of shit! Nobody needs you! You can't do anything right! You can't even kill yourself without failing! "Go away!" I screamed. NO!

I raced up the stairs and into the bathroom, clutching my razor so tight, blood seeped through my fingers. I winced slightly at the pain but quickly got over it. I ripped my sleeve up my arm and put the razor on my wrist. Just a few more. I yanked the blade up my skin all the way to my elbow. I did it again and again until my blood was dripping endlessly onto the floor. I watched as the red liquid dropped onto the floor, making little plips and plops. My eyesight began to go fuzzy as I started to the hallway.

Where am I going? I looked down and saw my blood all over the carpet. I stared at it. The red stain slowly expanded, my socks saturated with blood. It's the same colour as his eyes. I thought and laughed. I walked to the phone and dialed Germany's number. "Hello?" Germany answered on the second ring. "Hello. Can I talk to Gilbert- I mean Prussia?" I giggled at my slip-up. "Vho is zhis?" I leaned against the wall. "A friend." I slowly started to slip down the wall. "Alright, just a second..." It was quiet then I heard Gilbert's voice. "Da?" I fell the rest of the way to the ground.

"Your eyes are red." I said into the phone. "Canada?" I raised my arm and looked at the beautiful colour. "Canada answer me! Vhat's vrong?" I giggled. "Nothing, it's just- your eyes are red." I smiled. "Da, und?" My eyelids grew heavy. I yawned. "Your eyes- there-there the same colour of..." I lost my thought. "Same colour of vhat? Red?" My head flooped to the side and I saw my arm again. "No. Oh! That's it!" I giggled into the reciver. "My blood is the same colour as your eyes." Gilbert's frantic voice screamed at his brother in german. I dropped the phone and slipped into unconsciousness.

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I opened my eyes then shut them because of the brightness. I rubbed my eyes and blinked a few times. Where am I? I looked around the light green room. Then my eyes landed on Gilbert sleeping in a chair. Am I in a hospital? I looked at my arms. They were covered in pure white bandages and I had an IV drip in my arm. I sat up and looked back at Gilbert. "What am I doing here?" I asked him. Gilbert snored in response. I got up from the bed, ignoring the furious beeping that followed. I got dizzy and fell to the floor, landing on my arms.

"Ah!" I yelled in pain. Gilbert's eyes shot open and locked with mine. "Nein! Vhat are jou doing out of bed?" The door opened and a doctor appeared. He picked me up and set me back in the bed, hooking me back up to the mashines. "What are you doing? Who are you?" I asked him. "I am Doctor Gordon. Just relax please." I fell back into the bed, staring at Gilbert the whole time. When the doctor finally left, he talked to me. "Vhy?" He asked me. I looked down and remembered what happened. "I-I don't know." I can't tell him why. He'll think I'm crazy.

He grabbed my wrists and turned them so I could see. "Nein zhat is not an answer. Vhy do zhis to jourself? How long 'ave jou been doing zhis?" I looked up at his eyes, almost glowing with anger and concern. "I told jou before I left. Don't kill jourself!" I saw tears in the corners of his eyes. I opened my mouth to speak, but shut it and looked down, embarassed at my quiestion. "Vhat?" I looked back up at him. "Do you- care? About me?" My face flushed red as I said the last words. His cheeks turned a light shade of pink. "Vhat do jou mean, 'care' about jou?" I took a deep breath. "Do you care if I'm alive?" He looked taken aback. "Of course I care! Vhy vouldn't I?"

I looked to the window."Because..." You're just like all the rest. I bit my lip. "Because you're just like all the rest. They don't care, why should you care?" He grabbed my shoulders and turned me so I could face him. "I care," His eyes were filled with tears. "Because jou are all alone. Jou said so jourself. I don't want jou to die. Zhere are sings in life zhat are vaiting to be discovered!" My eyes began to water. "But why do you care?" I asked. He was silent and thoughtful. His eyes found mine again. "I care because jou need a shoulder to cry on. Some vone to pick you up vhen jour down. Some vone to cry vith vhen jour low and to laugh vith jou vhen jour high. I vant to be zhat some vone."

~Sorry if it's crappy, I got bored and started to write. Hope you liked it and will comment! I'm running slowly out of idea's and would like feedback on what you think! I think I'm going to ask quiestions. I like to see peoples opinions and stuff.

So first Quiestion! Who is your favorite Hetalia Character and why?

Mine would be Canada (Duh) because he's just so cute! Also I live in Canada. YEAH! PROUD CANADIAN ALERT! I have no idea where that came from.