No One Would Care
{A Hetalia suicide story by SilverairAPH}
{April 20th 2011 12:39 AM}
{Alaska's P.O.V}
I looked at my bedroom mirror; my black hair was spattered with blood, my blood. I looked down at my wrist; it was also spattered with my blood, from the cuts I gave myself. I looked at my other hand; it held the knife that I used to cut myself, the knife that I cherished. I always had it or I always kept it in eyesight. Whenever I set it down, I kept it in a place that I remember clearly, and whenever it gets lost; I would panic and use my tactics to get it back.
I tried to remember the people that cared about me. Hawaii. The person that cared about me the most, the only other person that is not in the "Contiguous 48 states of America" and my little sister. Throughout my time as a state, she stuck to me and supported me whenever something bad happens or I get in trouble.
California. A piece of art; beautiful beach blonde hair, a perfectly shaped hourglass shaped body. She could steal any man's heart away from just one glance at her. Even though she boasted on her beauty from time to time, she was also like Mauna. (Hawaii's human name that Alaska usually calls her by.)
Russia. My own father, separated from me by the Bering Sea; and the only other guy that cared for me. He may be insane, but he gave me my love of knives, along with Canada, my other true father. Truthfully, I'm like a snapped version of Canada, the true snapped version is murderous, very murderous…
Siberia. My ex-boyfriend and the father of Anastasia, our daughter (Anastasia is the representative for the Aleutian Islands). But he has his hands full with the Russia's capital, Moscow. I sneered at the name and the thought of them together.
My oil supply was starting to deplete and the Iditarod was over already. So I decided to end it, No one would care anyway. No one would…
I looked down at my knife, and placed it against my chest the medal tip pointed up at my chin. It felt warm with the fresh blood. I then said my goodbyes and plunged it into my heart. With my last bit of strength, I took it out of my chest, my vision started to blur I clutched it loosely in my right hand and closed my eyes. My grey shirt, hoodie, and pants were getting stained with my blood along with my green scarf that Russia gave to me for my 15th birthday. I sighed and lied my head against the wall and thought don't worry, no one would care, no one would…
A/N: Hello guys! Did you like my new story? I'm actually cosplaying my version of Alaska. I actually acted this out(Without me killing myself or the mass amount of blood, of corse.) So yeah and Alaska has two main outfits: A grey hoodie, pants, tank top, a green scarf and a necklace with a shark tooth on it and Black pants with white and green on the sides, a grey and white striped tank top with a yellow sparkley butterfly on it, and the green scarf and necklace of corse.