Italy was running. He wasn't sure to where, or for how long but he needed to run and get away. His breathing was labor ed as his feet continued to carry him forward.
Useless,they called him, lazy, they snickered. Fine. He. Was. Done. If that's what they all thought of him then they wouldn't care if he was gone. It would be fine Romano could be the full personification of Italy, he'd probably be better at it. Germany wouldn't have to worry about "ze useless Italian" any more. He'd be less of a bother to every one really.
He finally stopped his running. He didn't know how far he'd gone it exactly where he was. He looked up with sad betrayed golden eyes and stared at the beach where he ended up. The gorgeous scenery mocked him in his depression.
Useless, stupid fucking Italy, who couldn't do anything right. It would just be better if he disappeared.
So Italy sat down, pulled out a knife out of his pocket, and contemplated death.
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With Open Eyes
FanfictionHis eyes were open just a sliver, but in his eyes the were deep pits of despair. Sorry I suck at descriptions..... This is my first story so I probably suck....
