I Own Nothing
Chapter 2
North Italy (Nari)
Hello my name is Nari and I live in Rome. I really don't mind hoe odd my birth country is. In fact I'm a peace maker, I really don't prefer to fihgt. This makes me a victum of bullies. Howevery the way I am treated, my mom is always there for me.
She tought me how to cook and how to not make a mess when doing so. But, she just died last month leaving me, her ten year old boy. Outside ha snot been a great place either. Thoughs bullies have been getting more stronger.
I have a feeling that they will cost me my life. Today is Monday so I went out to get a breath of fresh air. But the sound of yelling alerted me to a group of boys. The bullies.
"Theres weak knees Nari!" one yelled, everyone of them charged at me. My eyes went small and I began to run.
I could hear their footsteps close behind me, their ragged breathing in my ear. I screamed, but a hand covered my mouth. Something cold and sharp thouched my neck. A stone carver.
"I wouldn't try that again Nari." the leader giggled darkly.
My brown eyes went wide and the sound of approching people made me sceram. a sharp pain periced my neck. Red stuff leaked out of my neck staning my shirt. The bullies disappered fast and two people entered my vision.
Their voice were muffled, but I could make out the word 'death'.
But I don't want to die. My head was spinning, I felt sick and tired . I want sleep, I should sleep. My eyes grew heavy, the pain started to fade slowly. I could feel my heart beat.
A hand gripped mine. I looked up to see a man with brown hair and a wide smile. I mouth something, blood dripped from my mouth.
"I don't want to die." I mouthed to him, he patted my head mouthing comforting words.
there was a bright light ahead of me, so pretty. My memory faded slowly, the light was so warm. Who am I? My eyes fluttered open and I saw a man in front of me. Who was he? Who was I?
"Good morning Italy, my name is Rome." Italy, yes my name is Italy.
Years Later
North Italy was always seen deep in thought. He would normaly cluch his neck and wince in pain. H enever knew why he felt pain there. Or a distant memory of a women humming a lovly tune as she cooked his favorite food. Pasta.
North Italy won by 2 votes (AKA my friend wanted my to write him). Nexted is Russia! Read Review Whatever. Until next time LATER!
