Your lips curved downwards as you stared emptily at the two happy nations. Your two friends; Roderich and Elizaveta, are together. Happily married to each other. You should be smiling for them. So why? Why do you feel like bawling? Why does it feel like your heart has just been broken into a million pieces? Maybe it's because you've fallen head over heels for the woman. Maybe it's because you know deep down she had someone else in her heart and it was never to be you. Maybe-
"Gilbert? Is everything alright?" France and Spain, your two best friends asks, snapping you back into reality.
You nod slightly. "I'm fine, dumpkofts. Frankly, I'm awesome! Kesesesese!" You grin widely, turning your attention towards them.
But they see. They see how much pain you really are in. Yet again you try to hide your true feelings under that cocky mask of yours. You know it's unhealthy, but you feel it's the only way for you to cope, to not be a burden towards those whom you love.
Sighing once again, you stare at the new married couple, but this time, tears began to slide down your pale skin. "I'm sorry..." You murmured, turning your focus on the ground beneath you. "I'm sorry I'm such a pasetic mess...it's just zat...it hurts to love someone unt not be loved in return. But vat is more painful is to love someone unt never find zee courage to let zat person know how
you feel. I vant to tell her, I vant her to know zat I don't vant to be just friends- if vee even are friends...I love her but I'm just too shy, unt I don't know vy...now look at vat has happened. She's happily married to zat bastard Austria. I guess, it vas never meant to be, huh?"
Unexpectedly, both France and Spain pull you into a warm embrace, their hands rubbing your back, relaxing you.
"It's okay, Gilbert. I know what you mean. So, it's okay. It's going to be fine. And if you feel like crying, please do. Cry on our shoulders. We are 'ere for you." France whispers, hugging you tighter.
"He's right, Gil. We are here for you. No need to worry!" Spain smiles, ruffling your hair.
"I'm so sorry..." You say, barely audible. As each second pass, the tears fall more and more, and your body trembles uncontrollably. There's no stopping now. You're going to cry, you're going to cry until every last drop of tears has been shed, and every last painful memory will be temporarily erased.