Hey guys. Jeeez. What is this? I got like 3 people saying 'oh i can help.' thanks! I feel so much better. Funny thing is I have no stories involving Spain at all. I wish I could speak French. *Sweatdrop*
DONT OWN HETALIA OR WHATTTEVVER! lol
Sorry for the slowness (is that even a word?) internet's been out and I've been DYING TO GET ONLINEEE! DX
Blood and Tears Mix
Chapter 2
Canada stood in front of his house, looking at it with longing look. His steps seemed so small, and he began to walk faster. He reached the house, and opened the door with his key Prussia had given him. Canada placed the note under Prussia's door with a sigh. This is it. He thought.
The feeling of loneliness filled him. It felt like a hole had been stabbed into his body, ripping out his heart.
Prussia...
"Canada?" He could hear the shocked tone in Prussia's voice as Canada turned to see Prussia with a beautiful girl on his arm, her dress showing alot of her body. Canada's eyes filled with tears, and he felt chills run down his spine.
He glared darkly at Prussia with a small sinister smile,"I apologize, I was just leaving. I don't want you to not get your money's worth." He quickly left, as his brain screamed at him that what he had said was insanely rude and cruel. He didn't care though. He felt more estatic that he had finally gotten someone's attention...
Even if it meant that Prussia hated him.
At least he got the attention...
~~Russia~~~
Russia was tired from a long day of working with his boss about improving the country. It had taken all morning just to get all boss's advisors to agree to even discuss improvement. Even Boss seemed annoyed by them.
Russia felt his country was suffering and he wanted his people to be happy most. Even... Even if he had to make an alliance, which was a dreaded thing for Russia. Nothing usuallly came out of them. Or so he thought. The most successful was...
...
He couldn't think of one that he thought had turned out insanely well for both countries.
Importing, they decided would have to be decreased so they could thrive even more.
As soon as he got the chance, he snuck out to his favorite spot.
The trees had taken a bad storm the night before, and some of the needles were frozen on the trees. It felt strangely warm to him, as if the sun just decided to shine right on this spot of the earth-right in the deserted snow, right in the middle of winter. In Russia.
He smiled slightly, tomorrow he'd see the other little sunshine... Canada. Although he was very quiet, he seemed to be very happy whenever someone talked to him, a smile on his face at all times. The quiet boy brought great joy to Russia's cold deselient life. The amount of time it took to keep such a large nation in check was indeed a large amount. Russia imagined that Canada went through the same thing.
~~~Canada~~~
Canada held a small pair of scissors, as he ran his fingers slowly through his blonde hair. His glasses sitting on the small glass coffee table as he sat on the couch debating whether or not to go through with the plan.
"Tomorrow,"He reassured himself,"Tomorrow I'll be finally noticed by everyone. I won't be sat on byRussia. I won't be ignored. I'll be noticed. People will remember my name. I will not be 'Canadia' or aghost when I talk. I'll be Canada, the second largest nation in the world. I will be known by others." He slowly raised the blades to his hair, and cut off the bits of it that hung too low and he always hid behind when talking to people.
shnitch.
shnitch.
shnitch.
Blonde curls tumbled to the ground slowly, falling into scattered heaps. Canada glanced in a small handheld mirror and smiled.
My glasses... he though. I'll still look like my brother.
America.
His name felt like a curse.
America always got the attention, he was always in the midst of everything and was apart of it.
America was the first to forget.
A tear slowly fell down Canada's face, his eyes bright from the tears. He felt so angry, so sad, that his heart ached from the pain of the constant quiet humilation from the people he wanted the attention from most. Canada had waited and waited and waited for them to notice him. No matter what, they ignored him completely. It hurt him deeply everytime that they just glanced at his spot and went on with their lives as if he didn't exist. As if he just never was there. Asif he wasn't the one next to America when America needed a friend after all that had happened during the world wars.
As if he wasn't the one who had been their friend all though everything. As if he had never been part of the 'family'-England, France, America, and himself. Or been someone who they had loved and cared for, or made love to in Prussia's circumstance.
Prussia.
A small whimper escaped Canada's throat. Prussia used to be so loving and gentle with him as if he was a percious gift from god. The way Prussia treated Canada's body was the way someone held their most dearest. Prussia acted as if Canada could never become anything lower than perfect and he held him tight everytime they were near. The Canada found out why Prussia was leaving more and more.
Just like the others.
Just like anyone who had cared for him before.
He forgot him.
The pressure of his friends had led him to believe that Canada was nothing and useless because of his passive nature.
Canada felt his throat tighten with the threat of tears.
Everyone forget him. No one cared. No ever did, that's why Russia sat on him, that's why england called him Canadia when he did notice him, and that's why his boyfriend cheated on him.
The tears escaped his tightly closed eyes, and he gripped the scissors in his hand. He felt the sharp shock of pain in his hand and looked down to see that his hand was bleeding.
Strangely... The feeling of the cut felt good.
The look of the blood looked good.
The way it dripped off his skin, and off the blade onto his pale leg somehow attracted him.
Blood...
He thought semi-innocently, was going to be the way he got attention...
He smirked.
This will be fun.
O_O I am loving this...
XD Prussia got dumped... and no nations will die... As of yet that is...
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