Rating: M
Warning: Same as before. Possible triggers. Blood, and such.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.
A/n: I'm so sorry it took me so long. Thank you all for the reviews. I've been going through a hard time, and I finally have time and such to write. Again thank you for sticking with me.
Disappear
Chapter 2
France
Pervert, weakling, rapist
pathetic, annoying, and useless
France tried to block the words. He was France, the country of Love. Many of these things hurt more than others. Rapist was the worst. He loved people. Yes he was affectionate, maybe overly so. But he wouldn't ever do that.
As the meeting ended, he stood and made his way home. Not even bothering to tease England. As fun as it was he just couldn't do it. With a smile he made his way back home. Briefly he wondered were Prussia had been.
Weakling, just disappear. No one wants you
Smelly cheese eater, Frog.
Francis stumbled into his house. The last bard didn't really hurt, but his mind wouldn't let him go. Like a black cloud. He could hear his people scream. Past and present. He grabbed a bottle of wine. As he drank the tears came. Maybe if he drank enough the pain would stop.
France slid down his wall. Tears falling. His once large and warm house was cold and lonely. He trembled. How the others would laugh…he in that moment wished he could…
Not since Joan had he wanted to be …
Rapist…useless…Pervert
go away…just leave
France bit his lip and chugged the wine. He wished he could just
Disappear
