I wish I owned
He ran. He ran away from everything, tears flying off his and onto the grass. He ran, and he ran, and he ran. No one understood, not even Romano.
He ran from Holy Rome Empire, from Germany, from Japan, from the Axis Powers.
He ran from surrendering, being weak, being picked on.
He ran the most, though, from himself. He collapsed onto all fours, tears slipping down his face. He lay on his back, and fell asleep, where he would be found by Germany and Japan. And once again, he'd be wearing a wide, yet fake, grin.
After all, they do say that the saddest smile the widest.