A.N.: This is something like "When Strings Break Free". Except, I think this shows more insight of RusLat.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia Axis Powers.
Should we play? I asked looking at the tall man.
Why not? he said bending towards me.
I say nothing. I am not sure of what to think of this person.
You can't escape from me. He replied with a playful grin.
Should we play? I ask again, not so sure of the answer.
I have you in my grasp. He said holding my shoulders.
Since when did I feel these strings? I ask myself quietly.
You can never run away from me. His grip hardened and I felt the ties were made.
You smile at me as I twist and twirl
For I am your innocent puppet boy.
I sing and dance to your will
My soul, it refuses to fight back.
The language I speak are not my words
But only what you tell me to say.
The strings holding me are bound to your fingers
That manipulative my every move.
It's only in you I can see what's behind the stare
In the reflection in your violet eyes.
Your ice cold touch freezes me inside
I still remember how you were before
In the cold, bloodshed days.
With the way you pull the strings
You always remind me of who I am
And what I am to you.
But I am not the only one
For my brothers you have taken as well.
A puppet without a voice.
I am your puppet and you are my master.
Would you curse me if I should ask:
What does my existence mean
To your violet gaze?
So what is this puppet boy to do
But hope you truly love him so?
So what did you think? Love it? Hate it? This is only my (second?) angst poem/story so...
If this is historically being inaccurate with history, I apologize.
May write a continuation for this if it's reviewed...