It's not as great as it seems, being a nation.
Each war, each attack on your land, each natural disaster, each death, each birth, each disturbance. You feel all of it. Our flesh is practically one giant scar.
An atom bomb that burns and eats away at your flesh, and all you can do is scream. You cannot escape.
Every drop of blood stains your ledger. Tragedy never fades. The pain never truly disappears. It never goes away. If your people can remember it, feel it, experience it- it's still there.
Every citizen is your child, in a way. When one takes their last breath, you stop breathing for a few seconds. Sometimes, you gasp and cough, your lungs aching for oxygen. But nothing comes. There is no escape.
The night wind whispers to you, the voices of your people flooding your mind. Each cry, each laugh, each scream, each call.
And no matter how hard you try, you know you can't save everyone. Everyone knows that everyone dies, but no one knows it like a nation. Though you have no fault, the bloodguilt weighs you down and clings to your immortal skin. The stains cannot be cleansed, cannot be stripped away. You can't escape it.
Though there are many nations and states and micronations, you are so very alone. Isolated. The silence swallows you whole and tears you apart.
Forced marriages and alliances that you have no say in. Money-hungry leaders that take, take, take all for themselves and leave your people with the clothes on their backs and nothing more. You have no voice.
So tell me again, how great it must be to be a nation.
I just watched the new episode of Hetalia and this came to be. Oh, the feels. It hurts.
Gais. guess what. I'm updating Wings of the World very soon. :D Maybe later tonight, who knows. If not, it won't be until Monday, I'm busy all weekend. :/ But I have completely changed the story around and added some twists and action :) I'm super excited, and I hope you guys are too!
With much love and apologies for the long, long wait,
~Kitty