A bunch of hetalia oneshots/ drabbles i guess?

Based off of Qualified- sammus

'This poem is going to be the death of me,' Tino thought as he kept reading it over. He always loved performing but everytime he went to a reading or a slam, he was absolutely terrified. There was always the ever present thought of 'what if they think I'm not good enough,' 'what if they think I'm washed up.' Tino sat at his laptop and looked over his writing. He kept reading it and constantly found something wrong with it until eventually the words blurred together.

"Hey Ber, can you look over something for me," Tino yelled from his bed. He was too wrapped up in his cocoon of light blue blankets and self-doubt. He heard sock-clad feet coming up the stairs and looked over his shoulder. Unkempt blond hair, and sharp sea-glass blue eyes behind his wire framed glasses poked through the threshold of the door. Tino turned his laptop towards the other as an invitation to sit next to him. Berwald planted a soft kiss to the top of his head as he sat down. Tino smiled softly as he retreated further into the blankets.

"What part do you need me to look at?" Berwald asked.

"All of it," Tino mumbled. Berwald read over Tino's poem. The words were raw, full of passion and pain, and touched a part of him that he only kept to himself.

"It's amazing," Berwald praised. Tino still didn't think so. He looked back at Berwald, Tino's indigo eyes showed his disdain for his piece.

"What do you think is wrong with it," Berwald asked. He was used to being a sounding board. Just there to listen, to unload on, and he knew when other people needed to.

"All of it. It just feels as if it's the exact same as everything else that's out there. Every single line feels regurgitated, and it feels as if I'm complaining. Eventually people are going to look at it and realize that this is garbage, that this has all been done before," Tino reflected. He kept his head down to hide the tears. Berwald cupped his face and turned his head up. The blanket fell off of his shoulders.

"You have an absolute gift," the taller male said bewildered, "there's always something new about it. Whether it be the use of simple words that come together to make sure that people understand exactly what you want to say, the use of swear words that kindle the revolution against censorship, or the use of words that are rarely used that bring them back to life, you create emotions inside of people. You touch people with your words in order to show that they are human and that there is always someone who feels the same as they do."

Tino's tears flowed even harder. Berwald started to panic, thinking that he said the wrong things.

"No, no. You said all the right things. Just what did I do to deserve you? You're absolutely perfect." Tino said still holding things back. Berwald wanted make sure that Tino felt loved. Tino felt all of the love that was harbored, and made sure that Berwald felt that love back tenfold. However there was something inside Tino that screamed that he wasn't loved, but it slowly started to lose its voice.