Algedonic

Algedonic

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The crumbled buildings were nothing in comparison to him as the way his heart felt like it was large and beating, though slowly breaking along the veins that kept it beating with blood. The country's disgrace meant nothing to him, because he was already shamed by the world. He had no sense of pride, because the only pride he ever had in anything was being stripped away from him. And he lost none of his friends, because they left a fairly long time ago, though, he did lose his life. :: Gerita:: Boy x Boy
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It's sometime in the future. World War III has come. No country is safe from it. They have taken it too far. A breaking point. Hell. All countries are at a raging on war. One that can't seem to be resolved. They've past the point of no return... No backward glances... Their games of make believe are at an end. (( Hetalia: World War Three )) ((No. This is not really going to happen. I hope... I MEAN NO OFFENSE TO ANYONE OR ANY COUNTRY!)) ((I DO NOT OWN HETALIA.))

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