A/N: I'm a little confused. I have another fan in the Netherlands, but that's not the weird part.
He's a dude.
And not gay.
Anyway, he requested a quick thing going in depth of my lovely god-like OC, Pangaea. I didn't mind it, because I like to write depressed POVs, but it's weird.
So, um, I always forget the disclaimer so, Hetalia isn't mine and will never be. There's so much I would do though... much of it being Yaoi.
Review please?
I sat back at my desk, finishing up the paperwork I'd needed to do for the last week. Cyprus had killed herself, and I needed to file each thing. The damn girl knew about the paperwork I had to do, so sh killed herself to infuriate me sometimes. Most of it was serious though.
I buried my face in my hands and looked around the room.
A bed where I tossed and turned for endless nights, a bookshelf full of things I'd read a hundred times over each, a nightstand with a glass of water sitting there, and the desk I was sitting in front of.
I looked out the window and watched the black rolling around me. I stood up, my neck twitching severely. I walked down the set of stair and into the kitchen to look at the intangible food. I swiped at it a few times, only for it to turn into black smoke and reform once I moved my hand.
The empty pit inside of my chest had already grown until I was an empty shell feeling nothing but loneliness and sadism.
I looked over at the small screen that was the only entertainment in the madhouse I was forced to occupy for the rest of my damned life.
I picked up the rectangle of darkness and taped on the screen a few times. The image of a sweetly sleeping nation appeared there. I smiled as I recognized the nation known as Slovakia.
I quickly tossed it to the ground and stepped on the picture before warping into the sleeping mind.
I found myself in a field. I smiled as I spotted the two people and quickly warped into the boy's body.
I smiled at her as I only half listened to what she was saying. I stretched out on the grass and whined as I stretched.
"Lukáš, what was that?" The girl asked at my strange noise. I knew it was my chance to scare the girl. She looked up at the sky and I changed my appearance quickly from the calm boy that represented the Czech Republic to a body of that boy with his throat ripped out and a bloody hole where his heart was supposed to be.
When she looked back she screamed.
I smiled dementedly and decided it was my turn to scare her. I sat up jerkily and stared at her with crazed eyes.
"What?" I asked rhetorically. "Afraid of your own loving brother?" I asked and she scrambled backwards. I stood up over her, my head flopping to one side. I walked up to her as her back finally hit a tree trunk.
"STOP! ! !" She screamed and shielded her face. I chuckled again and crouched down in front of her.
Suddenly, I was at my own house, standing in front of the black rectangle. I set it on the table again before laughing maniacally.
I turned around and I just kept laughing. I turned to the table and let my cackling turn to hacking coughs. I leaned my head on the counter in the kitchen and coughed up blood.
I stared at my scarlet glistened hands, closing my eyes. I felt the empty tears flow passed my eyelids.
"Why did this have to happen to me?" I asked to the forever empty house. "Why do I have to deal with this!"
I finally opened my eyes to look at the house that served as my prison. I trudged up the stairs, cursing them and the existence of everything. I walked into the bathroom and stared at the reflection.
They were never tears anymore, it was always blood that flowed out of my eyes instead of salty water.
I washed off my face only for the blood to pour from my eyes again.
I ran out of tears a long time ago.
A/N2: Well, I hoped that explained Pangaea's insane attitude in History is Now.
Bye bye.
