I don't own Hetalia,
Hetalia belongs to Himaruya Hidekaz.
Please enjoy the story-okay, scratch that, I mean, unfinished story. XD
I'll post the next chapter soon-uh, well, I can't promise that since those homework keep calling my name. ;;
"I'd better die, eh?" You laugh quietly, your head lean against the wall, and tear by tears streaming down your face, your parents really don't like you, at all.
"No one would care if I die, anyway." You thought yourself, a forceful smile shown on your face, your [e/c] seems puffy of crying, "And everyone will live happily ever after."
Your smile grew bigger, "That's it!" You walk towards the kitchen and pick up a knife, you look at the knife for a moment, "Sayonara, world." With those words, blood start stained your clothes and the floor as you stab the knife right on your stomach, your gaze become blurry, "Ah… So, this is how death feels like."
Your body fall on the floor hard, and there you are, lying on the floor with blood spills everywhere, and your face plastered with a smile, even your eyes are shut tightly as your blood keep coming out by your stomach now.
"[y/n], [y/n]…" a familiar voice echoes in your head, "Come here, don't be afraid, Mama won't be mad." The woman said as she reaches out her hand.
A little [h/l] [h/c]-haired girl looks at the woman with her [e/c] in fear, she takes a step back, "N-No… M-Mama will be mad at me like Daddy, r-right…?" The little girl-Ah, no, let's called it, the little you, sobbing.
The woman smiled and takes a step closer towards you, "No… Believe in me, [y/n]." Hearing her words making you not taking another step back, you keep standing there, staring at the woman in front of you with your puffy eyes. The woman take the chance to walks towards you and warp her hands around the little you, "Mama loves you, [y/n], Mama always does."
You feel the warmth that lingered around your body, "…Lie! Someday Mama will tired of me like Daddy does too." You puffed your cheeks, a glint of sadness shown by your [e/c] eyes.
The woman let out a chuckle, "My, my… I won't. And will never ever be."
Your [e/c] opened in sudden, "Dream…?" you tried to stand up but it seems that you couldn't, you turn your eyes to your stomach, and you sigh, "So, I'm still alive?"
You rubs your temple with your hands that shaking slightly, "Too bad." You close your eyes once more, "Well, just like what I thought, no one search for me."
"[y/n]! [y/n]! [y/n]!" A voice heard from the front door, the voice's owner also seemed to knock on the door several times.
You frown slightly, "That accent… Oh, dear lord, it can't be…"
"Love, it's me, Arthur!"
"Shoot." You face-palmed mentally, "Why you come here in this kind of situation, Artie?!"
"[y/n]?!" Arthur yelled, a bit louder this time, and he begins to knock at the door harshly, "[y/n], I know you're there, even Flying Mint Bunny said so!"
"No, Arthur, please, just go back home already." You bite your lip hard, hard enough to make blood make its way down by your face.
You heard some curses from the Brit, and that words that you wish you will not ever heard for comes out by his mouth, "I'll count until 3 and if you still not open this bloody door I'll break this door and get in."
"Oh. My. Good. Lord."
"1…"
You stares at the knife that still stab on your stomach, you tried your best to take a deep breath.
"…2…"
You grab the knife once more shakily and shut your eyes tightly.
"…3!"
With that, you finally stab the knife deeper, and successfully making you groan in pain and lost your awareness in the same time.
*[e/c] : eye color
*[y/n] : your name