Title: Treachery
Rating: T for character death
Summary: Romania was betrayed, but there was one betrayal that would be the death of him. Told in first person with the reader as Bulgaria.
Pairing: None but I guess you could take as Bulgaria x Romania if you wanted.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, but I do own the emotions that brought this to life. Enjoy reading my heart.
***Hetalia***
I stand there cold and alone desperately crying out in my mind. No one hears. The words never leave my mind, no one would hear me anyway. I'm always ignored.
I want so badly to let go, but I know if I do it would make you sad. I want to be released from all of this do bad, but I'm too scared. I hate my life, I just want everything to stop…. but I don't at the same time. It hurts so badly.
My heart is heavy as the rain pours from the sky, but I don't hide or take shelter from it. I let it drench me to the bone. I don't feel it anyway, only the emptiness inside of me.
The world is against me and yet you stay? Do you really? Are you honestly here for good? Or are you doing the same thing as the others? Are you waiting for me to lower my guard and stab me in the back too? I don't know.
I turn around and see you there. I don't know why or how you found me, but at the moment I don't care. I hug you tightly and cry. They were all so mean, and you hold me so gently.
But something seems wrong. Something about you're demeanor doesn't feel right. I realize too late though. I feel the sharp pain in my back and the warmth of my blood staining my back. I look up at you, my red eyes full of hurt, confusion and tears. You just smile at me, cruelty in your emerald green eyes.
"Bulgaria…. why?" I gasp, as you let me go and I fall to the ground.
You smile down at me as my vision begins to cloud.
"Isn't this what you wanted? You're free now, Romania. No one can ever hurt you again."
The last of my strength gives out and I give up my last hold on life. You will never know it, but you hurt me worst of all. You my friend, who ended me before my time and broke my already wounded heart beyond repair.
I hate you for it, but I'll always hate myself more.
It's so cold all of a sudden…
And I'm so very….
Tired…..
…
***Hetalia***
A.Q.: Maybe I should see a therapist or something. I've been writing a string of depressing fics lately just to get my own real feelings out. Maybe a doctor while I'm at it. Anyway please review and let me know what you thought
