50 Cuts (Hetalia Fanfiction)
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America was always hated and hurt by the other nations everyday.And he always replies with a big smile on his face and a laugh. What if one day America realizes he had enough? Sometimes heroes have to be saved. But other times, no one cares for the hero at all. (picture not made by me)
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