To let go (Hetalia Fanfiction)

Memories... sometimes we remember them and laugh, other times, we cry.
In the world of Hetalia, where countries are represented by people, people that live through their country's problems... memories can hurt. Like knives, they cut into our skin.
You can let go of your memories, but we keep them. Forever, living, breathing, remembering. All the pain.
And all the happiness. We cannot let go.
We smile, we laugh. We joke because if we do not, we will cry our hearts out.

Then there's me, Maxwell. I'm new to this whole memory shenanigans, and I'm not the most sensitive person. But it's me who has to figure out what in bloody heck is going on, and I have to change it for the better. I have to listen to them and try to figure out what's wrong. Sometimes, it hurts more to hold on.

Okay, this is a really weird story. After all, it's Hetalia. I started watching it sometime ago, and laughed with the rest of the fans. Then I started to think, to dig into the truth. And I realized so much. So I tried to recreate my feelings into this story, with an annoying oc. Sorry if it doesn't meet your standards, this is my first story ever written on a social site. I'm new at this whole thing, so give me advice! There's also the 2p!s, but their personalities will probably be different than what you think.
The oc is not a country, but the moon. I don't know really what to do, but I just want to write! If there are mistakes, please do tell me. If this story doesn't meet your standards, please tell me ways I could improve.