No one could hear him. It was like his voice was lost, somewhere no one could find it. He tried to tell them how much he was hurting, how he could really hear all of their lies that were trying to be hidden by sweet words. They told him that they really cared about his feelings, but how could he believe something that was a blatant lie? How could he believe them when all they did was criticize him, pointing out everything that was wrong with him? He was only human. They might scoff at him, tell him how nations couldn't be human because they live on and on, never dying, never human.
But they were wrong. All of them were. His country might have been land, but he was run by humans, built by humans, founded by humans.
But sometimes he just wanted to end it all, just end his life. Just let go, his mind and soul leaving the insults, the lies hidden under sweet words, the people who will never love him.
He was the only nation who could get affected by all of the blood that gets spilt in his country. He never knew why, never knew. England seemed fine during the blitz, only getting hurt because he was trying to save so many. When Canada had Yorktown burnt down and the Parliament in ashes, he never had any injuries. Even Japan with Hiroshima and Nagasaki, he was fine when he showed up to the next world meeting that they had.
America was different. He could feel the loss of life when 9/11 happened, and he had two large gashes running down his face, one covering his left eye which was a bloody mess. It only stopped bleeding when the catastrophe was over, and the death toll halted. During the civil war, America couldn't move his legs at all, but could feel all 618,000 people die, which resulted in bleeding for all five years that happened. He wouldn't move, wouldn't eat, wouldn't die. And he wished he could so much...
No one would listen. His pleas to be put to put to death, to not roam this mad world anymore, were silenced by their lack of response. Why couldn't he get what he wanted most?! What had he done wrong to deserve this kind of treatment. This was a world where everyone was right except him.
His words are getting lost in the echo, no matter what he tries to do.
America will never die, no matter how much he wants to.
yep. Just a drabble that makes no sense. :(
I DON'T OWN HETALIA, ALRIGHT! *sobs in corner*
Inspired by the chorus of Lost in the Echo, by Linkin Park.