Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or any of its characters. Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya

This will be rated M for themes relating to suicide, self harm, and bullying. Also rated for some cursing.

The Awesome Blog Made By Me For Me

Hey guys, Gilbert here with an actually important blog update. I...well...I honestly thought it would be easier this way. Huh, the awesome blog. I remember when I was all excited to make this site, I was so convinced I could reach out to more people and change something. I didn't care what it was as long as I could feel like I had done my part to make this world a bit less depressing, know what I mean? Apparently not. All I've gotten these past few months is hate from school friends and family members who don't enjoy taking me seriously. I've started to deal with hate on this blog too. People from school or strangers who somehow stumbled upon my blog have forced hate through the blog, through my laptop screen, into the air in my room and house so it's become something I have to breathe in everyday. It's become a form of addiction, inhaling those comments so they don't have to happen in school or public around my brother. I can deal with you guys hating me but Ludwig is off-limits. I will seriously kill you if you hurt my brother in any way. ... Ludwig thinks that because he doesn't hear those comments anymore that it means it's all done with, that we've outgrown our hateful phase. We know better here, don't we? Now, the more important business: the countdown. I'm sure you've all noticed it by now, the cool looking blue countdown on the side of the page. It took me forever to figure out how to add that. Would have asked for help but that would have defeated the purpose. Anyway, it's set for sixteen days so it goes off on New Year's Eve midnight exactly. A bit of a dramatic flair I couldn't help. When that goes off, when the timer reaches 00:00:00, you'll all get your one big wish. I won't be here anymore, not on this place that hates me. I'll try my hardest to get to wherever you go after the trigger is pulled, the knife is stained. Are you looking forward to it? I am. Been fun while it lasted guys. See you later.

Comments:

Comment by Anonymous: Lol, I'm calling it now, it's a prank. Stop freaking out, both Gilbert and everyone in the comments. No one would seriously do this.

Comment by Anonymous: Fucking attention whore. anything for some attention, I've lost all faith in humanity. Suicide is not a joke, don't turn it into one

Comment by Anonymous: Finally! If you don't do it tons of people will be disappointed in you.

Comment by Anonymous: You're a total and complete idiot

Comment by Anonymous: Comment Deleted

Comment by Anonymous: ^don't you think that's a bit harsh? I think he just needs help. We should try to be a bit more understanding, we don't know what he's going through, do we?^

Comment by Anonymous: ^shut up. You're just as much as an attention seeker as Gilbert is being. I don't think that what that person said was harsh and if Gilbert felt the need to get rid of it it, it proves that it's most likely true because people can't handle the truth. We know what he's going through because he whines about it on here all the time before trying to instigate more anger at him through crap like this. So shut your mouth and let the grown ups talk. ^

Somewhere in another world, Prussia pulled apart the page of his diary. Yes, a diary, he thought to himself as he ran his fingers over the paper's familiar feeling. A diary can be a very tactical weapon against enemies and to Hell what Austria has to say about that. Prussia began to smirk but it froze on his face when the book fell open to his last entry, the one he had written yesterday after the world meeting. With a scowl at the memory of the meeting, he turned the page angrily. It ripped a bit from his force but that had happened a lot recently. Prussia was just glad it wasn't a paper cut again. With a determination only the former nation could have, the blue pen in his hand hit the paper, creating both dents and words.

It's way too quiet for me now and West isn't around to fix it. I'm not really sure where he is, just that he went somewhere with Italy a couple of hours ago. They offered to let me go with them but I could tell that Italy just really wanted to be with West and the other way around. No way was I gonna be a third wheel! Besides, West should spend more time with people who make him happy and Italy is really good at putting a smile on my brother's face. Even though West complains about him it's still a better way to spend his time. He'll need someone else to look after once I'm out-of-the-way.

Prussia stopped writing for a second. The ink to the pen, still pressed against the paper, began to form a large dot. There had been too many of those too in past entries. Prussia let a few seconds pass to clear his head before continuing.

Every time I hold this book it seems to be a different weight. Yesterday after the meeting, after they had all mocked my country's and people's losses...

Prussia had to stop himself from pressing too hard against the page in fear of ripping it.

...Yesterday it had felt too heavy with too many pages to fill out. It felt like it was too long to wait and I wanted nothing more than to cheat and rip and burn the remaining pages just so I could get to the end reward. But now it feels too light. There's not enough pages for all the things I want to do before I go, all the things I need to do. But I intend to do it. I intend to follow through on the promise I made in this book a few pages ago. Once this book is filled out with no more blank pages, I will allow myself to fade away. Because I no longer have a country or anything really tying me to this earth besides the people who've come to look down on me, it will be easy. I'm sure the Allies and Hungary and Austria and the rest of the damn world will be glad. They said about as much in the World Meeting. I hope West will be happier that I won't be annoying him.

Prussia stopped again but not out of emotion. This time he flipped through the remaining pages, counting in excited German and grinning wryly.

Only sixteen days left.

Ummm...Author's Note?

Hey guys! First time fanfiction writer Charlotte here! I hope you will be here to read the rest of my story and that you enjoyed this chapter. However, if you see anything that I did wrong or something that I could have done better, please do not hesitate to tell me.

I don't really think there is anything else I have to say so please leave a review. Any sort of feedback is welcome.