Hello~ I'm back with another one shot. ^^ It's sort of prose-like...not long. But I like it nonetheless.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia whatsoever. And I'm totally cool with that.

Anyway...I really hope you enjoy it. Review, if want...I really do love getting them (like every other writer does).


Everywhere I look, all I see are things that remind me of the truth.

That undeniable and unchangeable truth.

The ecstatic countries walking outside together…

The grim basement walls that surround and confine my existence…

The person I love…too busy to spend time with his own brother…

Busy with the things I used to be busy with…

But not anymore.

I'm not a country…

These…proofs…they…they define me now.

Define my nonexistent existence in this world.

And it hurts. It really does.

But no one notices, of course.

No one thinks about me anymore…

No one really cares about me anymore…

Hell, by the 21st century, few remembered my name.

And the ones that do fall for my awesome façade.

The fabulous mask that I will never take off.

There was a point when all I did was sit on my bed and tell myself it was okay.

I fed myself my own stories…My own lies…

Until, eventually, they became the truth.

I'm lost in my own façade…

It's a never ending maze that I can't escape from…

Won't escape from.

Wandering around, mindlessly clinging to that sense of superiority…

I'm addicted to it…it's my nicotine.

I believe it like Christian's do the Bible.

It all makes perfect sense...to me, at least.

I'm superior because I am nothing.

I'm awesome.

Who needs to be a country anyway?

Feh…not me…

I don't need anyone but myself…

I don't need world meetings and negotiations…

Friendships…rivalries…

I tell myself that I'm completely fine on my own.

But deep inside…at the end of the maze…

I know that I'm broken…destroyed…lost…

But I'm still fucking awesome.

I can never be touched because I don't exist.

I'm all alone…solitary…so I'll never have to worry about anything.

I have every right to feel superior to everyone else, don't I?

Of course I do.

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So why am I crying?