Hetalia Feels

Hands (P)

Warnings for implied sexual assault, self hatred, and self harm. This is some heavy shit. Please don't read this if it will trigger you.

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There are hands on him
They're everywhere
His blonde hair
His once tan arms
His weak legs
His- stop

There are eyes on him
They're everywhere
His mussed up hair
His bony arms
His shaking legs
His- please stop

They know
They know
They know

There is blood on him
It's everywhere
His hair, where he scratched himself
His arms, where he bit himself
His legs, where he cut himself
His- I want it to stop

There is dirt on him
It's everywhere
His hair, where they-
His arms, where they-
His legs, where they-
His- please make it stop

They know
They know
They know

The eyes turn away
The hands don't retreat
The blood remains
The dirt can't be cleaned

His classmates hate him
His friends hate him
His twin brother hates him
And Alfred finally understands 

They know...
They just don't care.

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A/N

In case you couldn't tell, this is the great old US of A-ssholes. I don't hold it against him. Alfred can't help what he's made up of or where he's from.

I guess this is some commentary on the current political climate. Or maybe it's just some fucked up way of venting.

Anyway, I'd say I hope you enjoyed, but it'd be pretty fucked up if you did.

See ya.