Chapter 2
Back at his house he was, once again, in front of his mirror practicing his smile trying to get it perfect. No one seemed to notice that he was faking everything, the smile, the happy and bubbly attitude, all of it was an act, fake, but no one seemed to notice. He didn't care if the did or not, he was actually quite glad that they believed the act. He heard his phone go off. Getting it out of his pocket he saw it was a text from Romano.
[Ciao fratello. Me and Spain were wanting to know if you wanted to come hang out with us]
He sighed, he didn't really want to go, but the fear of them suspecting something if he declined was far greater than his want.
[Sure fratello I'll be over in a bit]
He sent the message and got a reply almost instantly.
[Alright. Ciao]
He didn't reply to this one.
Still standing in front of the mirror, he rolled the sleeves of his shirt up. He looked at the scars that covered his arms, he then turned his attention to the more recent cuts he had put there. Some scars were worse than others, and the same went for the cuts, some cuts were deeper than others. He looked at the cuts from the night before, he had put them there after one of the other countries had mocked him for being weak and slow. He hated it when they said things like that, when they taunted and mocked him, it hurt him and he knew that he couldn't keep that feeling bottled up, that's why he had started cutting. Deciding he had better not keep Spain and Romano waiting too long, he rolled the sleeves of his shirt down and started heading to their house.
AN: so a few people wanted this chapter. The next chapter is all i have written of this story so after chapter 3 you have to wait for me to write more then post it.
Ciao - hello and goodbye (Italian)
Fratello - brother (Italian)