Ciao guys~!

Sorry about the previous chapter because of what happened. Fanfiction messed up, so it showed all of the code used to make it. Sorry again!

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Poland: Okay! GinnyJeanWeasley like totally doesn't own Hetalia. We can like still hope.

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A/N: First real chapter! Yay! Alright, going to get to it!


(Prussia P.O.V.)

I woke up. My vision was still blurry and spotted. Next to me were Canada and Hungary. They both looked scared.

"Vhat's vrong?" I asked looking at the two.

Both of them whipped their heads around in unison. "Damn, Gil! You startled me!" Hungary said, clutching her heart.

"Gilbert! You scared me half to death! You were asleep for an entire week! I thought you died!" Canada whisper-shouted, his eyes streaming with tears.

I was more then surprised, I was startled. An entire week?! What else did I miss? Was West okay? There were so many things I could've missed, but never known! I didn't want Canada and Hungary to find out what I really was, it would terrify them. I couldn't let them know I was a demon. I could visit hell if I wanted to in the blink of an eye. This was why I was killed. I was killed by my own parents when I was only five. I had to listen to them telling West that they killed me. It's a horrible thing to watch a three year olds soul be split in two. I came back because of what I was, and because of that, the Berlin Wall was built. I had to sit on my side without anyone, being tortured with no hope of escaping. I had to listen to West crying and slaving away trying to get me out. I couldn't tell him it was okay, I couldn't tell him not to cry, I couldn't tell him to leave his older brother and to save himself. I felt like I was the one who put him through this. Once he freed me, we could only reunite for a while and be happy, before I was no longer a country. I was just Gilbert Beilschimdt. I was never the awesome Prussia. I just hoped that if I called myself awesome, people would believe me, and then maybe I could believe myself too. Gilbert Beilschimdt was my name. That was the only thing I could say. I couldn't even say 'hi' without being lost. All I could say was Gilbert Beilschimdt was my name. It was. I don't exist anymore. I am a demon living in Gilbert Beilschimdt's body. That was it.


(HRE / Germany P.O.V.)

A hand was placed over my eyes, so I couldn't see the man that claimed to be Chibitalia. I heard some singing and then crying. The hand was removed from my face due to the man that was doing so running forward to hug the man. I saw 'Chibitalia' lying down in a bed covered in blood. She was staring blankly at the ceiling except for the fact that her entire eye was black. A man that I recognized as Chibiromano, Chibitalia's brother, crying and holding onto 'Chibitalia's' hand. Another man that I recognized as Mr. Spain, was too crying onto 'Chibitalia'. I looked at 'Chibitalia' for a bit more, then my eyes started to water. It did look ALOT like Chibitalia. I then realized that if he was wearing Chibitalia's maid outfit, it would be her. Chibitalia died right in front of me, and I never told 'her' how much I loved 'her'.


Alright, I can't do anymore today because of the new time limit I have on technology. Fun... Okay, well, once again sorry for that mess up earlier.

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