This was a school project! Points to who ever can guess who this is about~!
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia
I can't stop thinking about you when I'm lying in bed at night. The way your eyes sparkle. Your beautiful hair. Your cocky smile. The way you dress.
We look out for each other. The outcasts. The freaks. The creeps.
You, the freaky albino with red eyes and white skin and hair. Me, the weak one who isn't interested in sports and instead chooses a Symphony to watch instead.
We are the creeps, the freaks, the odd ones out from everyone else. Yet you tell me my music is beautiful. And I say that you are amazing.
But I don't tell you that your eyes sparkle like rubies, that your skin is so beautiful - like white snow, that your hair catches the sun and the white shines like crystals.
I don't tell you any of that.
You chatter on and on about the people you think you'd like to date. And I clench my fists and grit my teeth, forcing down anger at those who've captured your affections. And I agree with you on everything, though I'm trying not to scream.
I love you so much it hurts. It's something new, and I've never felt it, this aching, throbbing feeling in my chest. Yet I cannot tell you. No.
Why?
You'd call me a freak, a genetic malfunction. A disease. You'd push me away, And I'd have ruined the one good relationship I still have. You'd hate me - and that would hurt. That would hurt so much more than anything else.
Why, you ask?
Because I am a girl, and so are you.
A/N
How's that for feels? And I'm bi, so there's nothing you can say about me discriminating people. Plus, I haven't come out of the closet yet, so to speak...