Title: Diary of the Broken
Author: The Somebody of Nobody
Summary: Palestine isn't always faithful to his diary, but it has always served as his closest confidant.
Warning: Mentions of abuse.
Disclaimer: We do not own Hetalia.
Word count: 611

Note: This is based on the history between Palestine and Israel. It is not a very nice history, but should not be read blaming Israel entirely. Both sides have done terrible things to each other. I support Palestine over Israel which is the bias of my story.

14, May 1948

There's someone else living in my house. I haven't seen who it is yet, but I don't feel I don't feel very comfortable with this new person wandering around in my house.

My people are feeling upset. It has something to do with all the outsiders in my land and this stranger in my home. This needs to be resolved soon or, I fear, the outcomes will not be pleasant.

- Palestine

22, June 1948

It hurts. He's been forcing me to fight. This is my home! I should not have to defend myself in my own home.

My people are at war with his and I don't understand why. Why does he want me gone? I haven't done anything to him.

- Palestine

July 1949

An armistice has been reached between my people and his. It still hurts from all the fighting. Hopefully, he and his people will leave us alone soon.

- Palestine

1954

I am a prisoner. He has me terrified. My people have been scattered and those who remain are not treated as the Palestinians that they are. This house is no longer mine. He has stolen it from me.

He has taken nearly everything away from me. My home, my people, my health, my safety. My body. I have no formal military, no economy, no hope.

Some days it is hard to keep my name within my mind. I am afraid that, soon, I shall lose myself entirely.

- Palestine

June 1967

He came to me this morning wearing a smile that made me tremble in fear. I already felt sick, but that look made me feel thirty times worse.

He told me that Palestine was no more and that Israel was all there was left. Told me that my Arabs were no longer welcome in His land. Told me that I belonged to Him.

I don't want to be His.

I am not something he can keep trapped or pushed out of sight. My people will retaliate.

I should retaliate.

If only he did not make me feel so scared. He makes me a prisoner.

Am I still Palestine?

1974

I feel so sick. Like all of my people are dying and there is nothing I can do about it. Some of my people are trying to keep us here, but it is not enough.

January 1988

He came in here today. Amused. Apparently, my people are willing to live with his. It's not enough that he has me almost broken.

No.

He's amused that we would submit to living alongside his people. There's not enough hope left in me. Palestine is dying.

I am dying.

May 1994

We have some power again. It is not much, but my Palestinians have begun to rule themselves in Gaza.

I feel hope again.

I am still afraid of Him, but Israel cannot keep me here as a prisoner for much longer.

Even when I try to leave and live elsewhere, He torments me.

Gaza has been attacked again.

He hurts me terribly.

My people are slaughtered. I am beaten. He is going to kill me and I am nearly ready to let him.

How much longer must I suffer him? Since the day after he arrived, I have dealt with his explosive temperament, possessive attitudes, and hateful looks. He wants Palestine gone.

Am I gone?

I feel gone.

So many take His side in these conflicts between us. I am seen as the aggressor.

How can it be my fault when I am the one who wears the marks of His abuse? Maybe he is right about me. I am nothing,

I never was.