[Conny]: I have felt a bit down lately and realized that I had written something terribly sad in my notebook not too long ago. I guess I can share it with the world, it is for HetaOni. Just another story in Italy's point of view...and I do not understand, but I had written this as if the timeloop we know had failed. Please, don't hate me for it! I honestly used the song Mad World as the motivator for this story. It was more like a depressant, but it still urged me to finish writing this story.

But, so that you can get to flaming/shooting/invading-my-vital-regions sooner, I should allow you to read the story at least.

Disclaimer: Hetalia: Axis Powers/World Series belongs to its respective owner. HetaOni belongs to... whoever is making the fan-made RPG.

It all failed again. Just as I thought there was hope, it all came crashing down upon us. My dream was shattered, the souls of my closest friends were stolen away from me. This condemning mansion took away everything that could ever be important to me, everything that ever had meaning to me. When we were finally united, finally together… fate's thread had come undone.

We have ran in circles, trying to find the missing key. Its just a bloody key. The object that would aid us in our escape of this damned place. Now, seeing their familiar faces pale and empty, I know. I am cursed. My memories are filled and overflowing with everything that has ever happened. Their worn faces, the homes they could not return to, the tears that filled their glasses, the sadness and fear in their eyes… it has all been branded onto my soul.

As I restarted again, I realized. I am only drowning in a vast ocean of sorrow. There is no where to go, there is no place that is safe. No sanctuary. There is no more tomorrow, there is no longer any future. I can't even fake a smile anymore. My face is frozen with no expression. I want to hide it from them, but there is no place to hide. I cannot wave my white flag of truce. I want to surrender to it all.

I want to return to my past. When I was waiting for a good friend to come back, just as he had promised. Centuries passed, I could not stop waiting. I was nervous, that if he came back, he wouldn't remember everything that once was. I asked people, if he'd keep his promise… but they looked right through me to something I just could not see. If I were still a child, I would not have understood. I still think as my childish self. Us nations are not supposed to die!

But didn't grandpa die? Wasn't it my closest friend's grandfather that dealt a fatal blow? Wasn't he the one that killed my grandpa? Then he went after me? Or was it my friend that went after me? My thoughts are clouded. Where is he? Why can't you come back, just as you promised? Why can't you hear my scream for help? Why can't anyone hear me screaming?

I want to be happy, just like the kid I once was. I want it to be my birthday. So I could have a party with all of my friends and family. To have peace and joy. To hear everyone's warm laugh and to have one giant sleepover and have pillow fights. I want to see the light of day, to witness the brilliant sunrise in Asia, to run through the glorious fields of Europe and to see the snow fall in the north, and to feel the warmth of the south. All I want is to be out of this mansion, so that I could see the world again...

This is kind of funny; I still find it sad. All my wants and needs are cast aside. I want to die. I have dreamt of dying, so they could all be free. I want them to be free of their shackles, as I am laying down in a bed, dying…the best dream I have ever had. I could not tell anyone, not even my own brother. I couldn't take it anymore. I CAN'T take it anymore!

It's a very, very mad world.

Demon, I'm ready to join your realm.

So . . .

Take me away, just spare my friends…

[Conny]: So now you may commence with the hate comments...