Ciao guys~!

So so sorry for not updating! I had this chapter written and everything, but before I could save it, my iPad shut down, and I couldn't get it back! After that, I got a lot of ideas for new stories, I still haven't even put up the cardverse one! Okay, got it charged at 100%, so I really hope it doesn't die.


(England P.O.V.)

I felt my heart pounding on my chest. I felt pain corse through my body. The only time I ever felt this much pain was... The Blitz on London. No, I couldn't bring that memory back. I almost died. After the entire Blitz experience, Germany apologized profusely, but I still didn't like all of that pain. Plus, there was no kind man to stop the pain this time.

Pain splurged at my chest and spree across my body like a wild fire. I urged to find relief, but I knew that was impossible, so I bit my lip and coped. As my dad would say, 'Shut your damn mouth up and get back to work!' The pain got worse as the minutes dragged on. After what felt like hours, I peered at the clock... It had only been two minutes. Bile quickly rose in my throat. The last time I went through this, I almost died. Last time I went through this I was younger. The last time I went through this I was stronger. Pain surged from my head in a migraine. I coughed up more bile as I felt more pain abdomen. A little boy ran up to me. I could hardy see him, my vision was so spotted. He gently put his arms around me. His name was Jawn. (If you get that reference, I love you!) Jawn helped me get food. I was starving already. My sides ached as I ate, but I needed the food. I blacked out.


(Italy P.O.V.)

Is everyone else stupid, or is it just me?! I'm a freaking nation for goodness sake! I can come back alive! Though, it's my last chance, I'll still come back. Ever since the mansion, my ability to come back has always been questioned. I messed with time so much, and since I was going back as the same person, not someone else, I had more time junk in my system. I had more evil in my system. Ever since then, people and country's have been very fragile with me, and it's so damn annoying! I can be strong if I want! No ones ever been fragile with Germany, America, or even Romano! Why am I different?!

I guess being different is a good thing. I can be my own person without having to follow the rules. I could be a rebel. I could run away. I could pretend to be normal. I could pretend to fit in.

I mean, I can come back if I want, or not. I could watch them cry, and then I could laugh. No, I'm to good for that. Why do I have to be so nice to everyone?! Why can't I be more like Romano?! Why can't I be my own brave person?! Why do I have to be a cowardly, but kind man for all of these stereotypical people?! I don't want to be a country any more! I want to run away from responsibility! I want to be freed from this cold, hard, never ending life! I want to die! The thing is, I can't leave them there. I have to be nice. If I want to or not.


Oh! So little Italy is being a rebel? Good for him! He can be his own person! As my partner in crime would say, 'REBEL FOR LIFE~!' Sorry that it's so short! Now, I might have a bit of issues updating because of the new number of stories I have... Ha... Ha... I blame myself...

Ciao guys~!

~GinnyJeanWeasley

~Peter Kirkland

~Feliciano Vargas