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.
