I am awesome

by DeathThePanda

Just a short little story explaining why Prussia is awesome. Warning: depressed! Prussia. Rated T because of depression.

I am awesome.

Or at least, I like to think I am. It boosts my self-confidence.

Sometimes.

When people deny it, and say I'm not, well it hurts my feelings.

My words, instead of making me more confident, slowly pushes me down.

Nobody knows my pain. Especially not my brother. He and everybody else in the world just think I have a superiority complex.

I don't.

Oh but do I pretend I do. It makes a great mask.

Nobody would ever guess I have low self-confidence. Nobody.

I'm not even a nation anymore. Just a lowly ex nation that lives in his brothers basement and gets beaten up by a chick.

Sure, I have friends.

Exactly two. Nobody else could put up with my so called "awesomeness".

I wish I could tell somebody I'm hurting.

Anybody.

But I can't.

So I keep my mask on and parade about as the awesome Prussia.

I know its short, but it would mean a lot if you reviewed.