A brief poem for the countries. No particular country was in mind while I wrote this.

I Don't Own Hetalia

The earth is my skin

The economy,

My health

The government

Is my will and my opinion

The people

Are my blood

My love

Is their ally

My rival is

Their enemy

Their dreams

Are all that I see at night

And what they adore,

I do too

When they laugh

I always join

When they sing

I'll be singing there too

When the celebrations start

You can bet that I'll be amidst the crowd.

Their hates are mine, too

And no one knows them

Better than I

Their burdens

Are mine to bear

Their tears

Fall from my eyes

Their sorrows

Are mine to share

My sobs

Are echoes of their last good byes

My world is

Everything they are

And anything they will be

Is all that I can ever be

And never can I ever be more

Than what they are

To me.

To my faithful and ever so patient readers, I will continue CP once school has finally given me a summer break.