Who said I owned Hetalia? No one! Why?! Oh well, it's only TRUE, I don't own Hetalia.

A/N: The "I'm tired" quote like thingy does NOT belong to me…I found it on a picture. More quotes to come!

Character:

Scottland: Allistor

Wales: Dylan

I'm tired of crying.

I'm tired of yelling.

I'm tired of being sad.

I'm tired of pretending.

I'm tired of being alone.

I'm tired of being angry.

I'm tired of feeling crazy.

I'm tired of feeling stuck.

I'm tired of needing help.

I'm tired of remembering.

I'm tired of missing thing.

I'm tired of being different.

I'm tired of missing people.

I'm tired of feeling worthless.

I'm tired of feeling empty inside.

I'm tired of not being able to just let go.

I'm tired of wishing I could start all over.

I'm tired of dreaming of a life I will never have.

But most of all, I'm just tired of being tired.

"Alfred let's go make fun of that kid over there with those hideous eyebrows."

"Sure dude."

It was a normal Tuesday for Arthur that is. He was just about to go find a table at lunch or to be more informational he was just about to go to his own table when he was stopped by a very annoying voice that hunted his dreams.

"Oi, eyebrows," Arthur turned around not expecting Alfred of all people, to call him that. "Is that a burger I see?" He didn't wait for an answer instead he just took the burger and stuffed it into his mouth. It was only their third year in middle school, 8th grade. And Alfred is already like this! Arthur couldn't believe it but yet he believes it. He knew he just knew this day would eventually come, the day where Alfred turns on him.

"Kesesesesese, Alfred come on there's a hot mama waiting for us." Gilbert said as he wiggled his eyebrows.

"Oh la la," With that Alfred was gone, leaving a still shell-shocked Arthur still standing there, surrounded by a few boys and girls who was laughing and pointing at him.

"That…that…Jones…I'll kill 'hem." That day was the last day Arthur was happy. Just a word can make a huge difference in someone's day either good or bad.

When I had finally gotten home it had started to rain. It seems like the weather decided to join me, hm? Ignoring the cold and loneness in my living room I walked straight to my bedroom and plopped myself on to my bed, before pulling out a yearbook. Boring-flip- Stupid- flip- doesn't know him- flip. As I flipped through my 4th grade yearbook, I remembered many of the kids, who are most likely in with Alfred to bully me. I'm tired. I sighed before deciding the yearbook was nothing but a piece of crap, so I throw it somewhere in my room.

As the rain tapped on my window, I closed my eyes and listened to the slow, peaceful rhythm of the rain.

"You're nothing but trash, Arthur." A boy no older than 7 hissed at the 4 year old Arthur.

"Allistor, you should probably stop bullying him, without me." Allistor laughed at his 5 year old brother, Dylan.

"Why you gwys mwst be so mean to me?" Arthur asked making the two brothers to laugh in unison.

"You're right. Why do we bullying 'im so much?" Dylan asked.

"Because he's nothing but a piece of trash." Again the room was filled with the laughter of the two. Arthur looked at them with wide eyes as the word entered his mind.

Trash. Trash. Trash. Trash. Nothing but trash.

"Dammit, I just had to remember them." But it's only true! You're nothing but a piece of trash! "SHUT UP, SHUT UP!"

"WHY CAN'T YOU LEAVE ME ALONE?!" Alone? You've always been alone, face it Arthur. Even your brothers abandoned you.

"…" Suddenly my vision turned blurry. Don't cry, don't cry! I quickly wiped the tears away before running into the bathroom to freshen up.

When I finally came back into my room I clasped on my bed. Before drifting off to sleep I quickly checked the time. 8:30 p.m.

"Oops, missed dinner. Oh well…"

Can I just die? I'm just tired of this life…

A/N: WHY?! Must Panda be so mean to Arthur?! I'm sorry! OH MY PANDAS! I GOT 16 REIEWS! THANKS MIN'NA! PANDA LOVES YOU ALL! This chapter is again a bit rushed (you can probably tell ;3)