Oldasshit Stories

Oookay, so this is like one of the first stories I ever wrote. I posted it on DA, like sometime in 2015 and BOY IS IT ROUGH. But, I figure, I haven't been too active and since I'm going through a writers block, I though I'd post an older story to show my 'progress'. I reread through it a d bit and it could be considered triggering I guess, like it mentions a shitty home life and like there is a bit of some drama, so just proceed with caution I guess. One more thing, feel free to make comments or jokes about this story. You can praise it or make fun of it, I will not get butthurt at all, this is a train wreck story XD I'll be laughing and judging with you guys. I DO NOT OWN APH HETALIA NOR DO I OWN THE PICTURE IN THE COVER, I JUST PUT IT INTO MS PAINT AND DID STUFF

"Lie to me!" I looked over at Frank, screaming those three words into what was supposed to be Ray's microphone. I could see tears dotting his eyes, and he wasn't trying to fight them. I tired holding mine back, but I couldn't. They just fell. So right there, in front of 50,000 people, I ripped off the mic from the stand in the middle of I'm Not Okay and turned to face Frank. "Shut up already, you arrogant prick!" I screamed at him as the rest of the band continued to play. "Lie to me.." Frank said again, only softer, trying not to choke on his tears. "Shut up! Stop trying to make me feel guilty!" I screamed, tearing off my shoe and throwing it at him. It bounced off his chest and made him stumble backward. I sank to my knees this time, sobbing quietly. Frank looked at me. "Gerard, just fucking lie to me, okay?" He whimpered into the mic. When I didn't respond right away, Frank turned around and started walking hastily off stage. My breath hitched. "I can't fucking lie to you. I can't fucking lie to you because I fucking love you." I whispered into the microphone. Before Frank had time to do anything, I sprang up, walked over, and slammed my lips to his.