Title: A Romanian melancholy.
Rating: T because of character death.
Summary: When one is alone and can no longer handle the woes life throws at them what can one do other than let go?
Pairing: None.
Disclaimer:
***Hetalia***
Heavy-hearted, I make my way through the cold of the streets of Bucharest. It's lonely now, no one even battling an eyelash as I passed by. No one knowing who I am anymore. I wouldn't expect anything more than that anymore.
I am about to fade and I know it, but it was my choice. I couldn't take anymore, and relinquished my place as being a nation. I am no longer Romania, I can't handle it anymore. It's too depressing.
Endless days by myself, everyone talking down to me and calling me names without thinking about how I feel. All the rumors and cruel words, the loneliness of having no one to turn too. There really was no one. All of my so-called friends abandoned me. So I did what I had too, I didn't want to live anymore so I won't.
I reach the forest and keep walking as I start to cry. Tears that seem to weigh down my heavy heart even more as collapse to my knees sobbing. My hat had fallen off, and my blonde hair was getting soiled with mud along with my clothes, but I didn't care. Nothing mattered anymore, not even me.
A bright light takes over my vision and I knew I was fading. I did nothing though. This was my choice and I could accept it. I wondered then, did it hurt to die, or was it like falling asleep? I'd soon find out. With one last glance back to the beautiful place I had once called my capitol I let the last of the tears fall from my ruby red eyes and whispered my last words.
'Good bye'
Then I painlessly faded to nothing, finally free of everything that had brought me such sadness. Into an eternal rest from which I'd never wake.
***Hetalia***
A.Q.: …. I have nothing to say about his one except I had to get my emotions down on paper (so-to-speak) before I burst into tears in the middle of class. Sorry for the spelling mistakes and whatever other errors are riddling this piece