(A/N): So this is my first fic so I'm sure it might suck a little, but hey? No judgies. *clap clap* Now on with the show! This is just a parody of the song twaddles of a flue faker by Oliver, in Italy's version.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia OR the song.
I am a country,
Which leaves you sighing sadly,
Oh beautiful world,
What have you done?
I want to run away.
The axis nailed my feet to the floor,
It starts to rust and attack my blood,
I start to feel myself smile,
Slowly loosing my self,
But it did not do the trick,
Oh woe is me,
Why can't they see that,
I am a country,
Which leaves you sighing sadly,
Oh beautiful world,
What have you done?
I want to run away.
For I am the country,
Which leaves you sighing sadly,
Oh beautiful world,
What have you done?
I want to run away.
It will be a rack up, I'll make sure,
When they stick me up the chimney,
But it's to late for tears now,
Slowly loosing myself,
But it did not do the trick,
Oh woe is me,
Why can't they see that,
I am a country,
Which leaves you sighing sadly,
Oh beautiful world,
What have you done?
I want to run away.
For I am the country,
Which leaves you sighing sadly,
Oh beautiful world,
What have you done?
I want to run awaaaaaayyy.
I'll be paper thin and pale,
My friends took my life away,
I'll patiently break down here,
And now my only exit is,
Is the cold,
Is the cold poetic?
Ve~
I am a country,
Which leaves you sighing sadly,
Oh beautiful world,
What have you done?
I want to run away.
For we am the country,
Which leaves you sighing sadly,
Oh beautiful world,
What have you done?
We want to run away.
(A/N): It would be cool if someone could sing this with Italy's accent.
Thank you~