This was an exercise that I did in a Creative Writing class. Basically, you need to compose a story with only twenty-six lines and each line needs to coincide with which sentence you're writing. For example, the first one has twenty-six words, the next has twenty-five and so on.
This is written from the point-of-view of 2P Portugal. If you're not familiar with the 2P universe, it is basically a world comprised of all the Hetalia characters except they're the opposite versions.
Without further ado, I hope you enjoy this little fic!
Every person in the world possesses an undeniable truth that they can hold fast to regardless of any opposing circumstances or conflicting ideals that bombard them.
Regardless of this thing being a steadfast ideal, a dear possession, or a person, its effects on the human psyche and general well-being is astounding.
You, the dear reader, might find yourself with the question of how this may apply to you, or that I, your narrator, should elaborate.
Since I cannot relay the innermost desires and secretive thoughts of those around me, I will allow you entrance to my own heart.
The undeniable truth that I possess, the very thing that I know will remain forever unchanging is my love for my brother.
You are right to question just how my love differs from any other person's, of how it could be distinguishingly special.
My answer is that my love has never changed and it never will no matter what happens in the future.
From my childhood, my brother has, and is still, the most important person in the whole world to me.
I am saddened when I take notice of how other people disagree with my sentiments regarding my brother.
Those people carelessly throw very hurtful words around such as sadist, sick bastard, and even cold-blooded killer.
It is not Antonio's fault that he does not possess the self-control to withhold those urges.
Everyone has their own quirks—they only need to take the time to understand his.
I admit that I pray very often that this time will be the last.
However, I want him to always be happy and thus remain completely silent.
I never want to do anything to encourage any hatred towards me.
Not even when he finds extreme comfort in repeatedly striking me.
I know that is his only way to relieve stress.
My brother's happiness will always be my own happiness.
I repeat this as I hold him tightly.
As I keep the world from him.
He can sleep safely with me.
Forever still in my arms.
I'll indulge a secret.
Everything I've said?
I lied.
Sorry.