HEY PEOPLEZ~! OMG ANOTHER STORY AND THIS ONE DID NOT TAKE ME FOREVER~! PLUS HAPPY BIRTHDAY ITALY AND ROMANO OR AS I CALL THEM NORTH AND SOUTH~! AND THERE IS A LITTLE SPECIAL SOMETHING IN THIS I HOPE YOU ALL LIKE~! SO I HOPE YOU A LIKE THIS PLUS THIS IS A REQUEST~! FROM :iconEvilAngel3: Sorry gurl it is not just Romano but I wanted to do something for the italians birthday and your request came to my mind first~! WELL READ DESCRIPTION AS ALWAYS AND BYE~!
*Italy POV*
Ve~ I’m-a so tired! Doitsu is always giving me extra laps and its-a my birthday!
“Doitsu! Can-a I take a break~?!”
“You have barley done 5 laps! Und you are asking for a break!?”
“Come on Doitsu it’s-a my birthday! Can we please take a break??”
“Ugh Fine ve can stop today only because it is your birzhday, but I expect for you to finish all your laps tomorrow”
“Sir yes sir!” Germany opened his mouth to say something, but knowing him it would be a lecture. I ran into Germany house and went upstairs to change into my normal clothes so I could go to fratello Romano house to talk about our birthdays~! As I got my clothes on I had this sinking feeling that something would happened today. I could not tell if it was a good feeling or a bad feeling it was just… a feeling. I soon brushed it off and walked down the stairs to see Japan getting ready to leave.
“Hey Japan~! I hope you have a nice day~!”
“Oh Herro Itary-san I hope you have a good day as werr and happy birthday.”
“Ve~ Thank Japan~! See you tomorrow~!” As I walked out I could see Germany talking a nap on the couch. I guess even Germany can relax once and awhile to. It was a very beautiful day today too, but I would not expect anything less on me and fratello birthday! I hoped into my red mustang and put my keys in the ignition stepping on the pedal. I thought I would slam on the pedal like always, but for some reason I seemed to go slow. That sinking feeling came back to me like something was going to happened. Normally I would brush it off, but I decided to just go with it…
*Reader POV*
“You piece of trash I told you for the thousand time if I found one dish with one spot I would break it over your head!” With that my “mother” hit me over the head with one of the many glass plate we owned. At this point I did not care about the pain, but if I did not pretend that I was in pain or knocked out I would have to hear her horrible voice.
“No good rotten piece of trash.” She kicked me before she left me in my empty room. I did not see the point why I am still alive or why I have not killed myself it all just seemed pointless. I have always had that feeling though I need to stay alive even if I had to go through this. I picked myself up from the cold floor hearing the front door close signaling “father” was home. The only thing worse than hearing “mother” voice was hearing “fathers.” I had to get out I knew I had to get out. As I heard “father” walk to the living I started walking down the stairs. The door was in my sight. It is so tempting leading out to the world that I rarley see. What I did not notice was that I had grabbed the knob and ran. I did not know where I was going but I ran. I heard my “parents” yelling at me to come back. My legs hurt and I did not know where I was going. Now that I think of it my whole body hurt. All my cuts and bruise showing, opening it is hurt, but I felt happy.
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