84 - Little Fights and Long Nights 🇳🇱🇯🇲

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by UpInSaturn

by UpInSaturn

Requested by: AngelicSoftie
Warning: Harsh language

Jamaica was crying in his room, in the corner furthest from the door. He had caught his boyfriend cheating, again. It's not the fact that it was with (select random country), but the fact that it was the fifth time that month. Jamaica was done. He was tired of being pushed around like a toy. Used like he was an object.

He was used to it.

Netherlands stood in front of his, his arms crossed, and an unreadable look on his face.

"It didn't have to be like this, but now you've ruined everything," Jamaica said, looking up at Netherlands.

"No, sweetheart," Netherlands said, crouching down and lifting Jamaica's chin. "It was your fault. All of this. I haven't done anything wrong."

Jamaica looked down, pulling his head from Netherlands' grasp, "You know it's not like that. You made me miserable, yet you made me love you. I hope you're happy."

Netherlands scoffed, "You're being stubborn. Go back to your old self. The one that complied to me."

Jamaica looked up at Netherlands, "What did you want from this?" He stood up shakily, "What did you want to accomplish?"

"That's my secret," Netherlands hissed, approaching Jamaica's face. "If only you knew how much I hate you."

"Then leave me!" Jamaica yelled, backing away from him. "I thought you loved me!"

Netherlands barked a laugh, "Love you? Please, I would kill myself before that happens. I wish I'd never met you! Or saved you! Go on, I take back all I said about you to stop cutting! Kill yourself, for all I care!" Jamaica's eyes widened, his legs giving up on him, making him fall to the floor. "Like I said, you can never trust anyone," Netherlands said.

Jamaica stared at his hands, not daring to let his tears fall.

"Baby," Netherlands spat. "Weak and useless, that's what you are."

Jamaica closed his eyes, taking a gun from under the bed. He stood up and clocked it. "I am going to end it all," he stated clearly. "Don't you dare try and stop me." He raised the gun to his head, opening his eyes and locking them with Netherlands'.

"Jamaica, I'm sorry," Netherlands pleaded. "Don't kill yourself."

"I know you were only using me for money," Jamaica said with a smile. "But it's okay. I'll be okay." He squeezed the gun, "Just learn. Don't treat someone else like this."

Bang

Thump

Jamaica laid, dead, on the ground with blood pouring from his head. Netherlands stared at the body, guilt pooling inside him.

What has he done?

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