Author's Note: Yay first posted Hetalia fic! Disclaimer I don't own Hetalia yada yada well, wasn't that painfully obvious to all of us in the first place? Leave a review if I make you cry, leave a review if I make you smile, leave a review if I didn't :P

I threw myself at the window and hoped I'd crash through like they do in the movies.

I don't know why that idea suddenly struck me at that moment. It was a "spur of the moment" kind of thing. Something impromptu, something like this piece of writing, something so quickly decided and done. Something so quick but derived from years of experience, years of learning, learning, learning, but never understanding.

It was funny, really. All that effort, all I've been through, and it never occurred to me to open the window first.

Let me tell you a story.

Exactly two years, three months and seventeen days ago, I fell in love with you.

I don't know why. Interesting the number of things I don't know, even though I've spent my entire life learning. But there was something about you, something about you that I liked. Something about you that felt good, something about you that made feel...

You might be different.

I knew I could trust you, Alfred. From the moment I met you, I knew I could trust you. I knew that you were the end of my life of pain and darkness, the end of being invisible fom everyone but those who wanted to hurt me, the end to this constant torture that started the first time Daddy locked me up in the basement when I was three!

So I trusted you.

And look where I am now.

It was a rainy February fourteenth, my nineteenth summer, and the school dance was as good an opportunity as any other, right? Loud music, loud clothes. All that volume dimmed away when I led you outside.

"I love you," I'd said.

And I don't know what would make you love someone like me, someone who had their pride and dignity stripped away before I was even a child, but you did, and I love you so much for that, I love you, I love you.

But I was never good enough.

I don't deserve someone like you, Alfred, I don't deserve to be loved by someone like you. I hate to leave you, but I don't want to drag you down. You're better off without me.

By the time you read this, I'll have crashed through that window. Don't cry for me. I want you to forget about me, to go on with your life and be happy without me. I love you.

I love you, because you were different.