Ciao all Hetalia lovers! I'm new at this so please bear with me, si?
Thoughts are Italic~
Dear Readers,
Ciao, I'm Veneziano! I-I mean...I mean I'm...I'm North Italy, yes! I'M NORTH ITALY! N-no...wait..J-Just call me Italy. BUT I'M NOT ITALY- WAIT WHY SHOULD I TELL YOU ALL? I KNOW YOU PEOPLE! PEOPLE WANT TO TAKE MY LAND AND KILL ME! I know what you all are thinking! I'M NOT ITALY! I'm Feliciano! I'M FELI, SO THERE YOU BASTARDS CAN NOT TAKE ME, MY LAND, AND MY PEOPLE.
[Italy, they aren't against you. This is getting ridiculous! Others aren't going to hurt you, your hurting yourself.]
Liars! You all are liars! I know what you all want! But...YOU'RE NOT GETTING A THING—where are my manors? Silly me!
A-anyways, m-my bo-boss is worried about me so he's forcing me to do what I used to do. I'LL KILL THE BOSS BECAUSE OF THIS! Screw him-wait, is he reading this? I'm dead! Dead! Dead! Dead! Y-Yes that's it I'm dead! [*twitches*] I-I'm fine! I know I am. Am I? Yes! I know it! So he will finally let me stop this! YES. GREAT DAY INDEED.
[You are NOT fine, please let them help you. You really do need it.]
NO! I am OKAY. All people do is DESERT you and hurt you. That's all they do. Leave and hurt! They just want you! WANT! WANT! WANT! They don't care! They do not care. As long as they get what they want they don't care! THEY HATE ME! I know it and you all do! -. But, I must do this shit anyways. Please give me letters, just to satisfy these money grubbing assholes.
Love-Hate...WHATEVER,
Veneziano, North Italy.
Note: He doesn't mean what he says; he has Paranoid Schizophrenia after WW2 when he 'snapped'. It's during the time America started the Anti-Piracy bills. Right now he's more than 'thinking' those voices, it may seem like he's thinking them (as said above) but he's more or less hearing them. He has strange mood swings, violence, anger, delusions and anxiety as shown through the letter. I hope you all will continue reading!
