I do not own hetalia or Ib. This is a short drabble that could potentially become a short fanfic. Thanks!

He remembers a time where all he had to do was smile. He remembered a time where he could play games all day, he remembers a time where he loved.

Now… he's stuck. In a world where everything is wrong. He could only see his world from a painting.

He cried,

And cried

And cried

Until he broke.

He changed, adapted, stopped crying.

He became Mathias Køhler, and he smiled.

XXX

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