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.
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