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Why am i stll here?
Why do i even try?
Maybe i should just disappear forever.
No one would notice.
No one would miss me.
I'm just a lone maple tree in a forest of oaks.
Why do i even try?
Maybe i should just disappear forever.
No one would notice.
No one would miss me.
I'm just a lone maple tree in a forest of oaks.
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GerIta
Some days I just can't help it. My mind drifts off, even during training, getting lectured by my boss. It always wanders to the Italian. The happy, go-lucky Italian. He's useless, loves pasta, but I can't help but love it. It's practically impossible to live without him. His hapiness makes me happy. I've never admitted it, but I love him. Sure, we're only supposed to be allies, but I think there is something more. And sure, his brother, Romano, wouldn't agree, but hey, it's a choice I have to make. Feliciano... It's a breath of fresh air. He brings joy to even the most depressing day. Useless, useless Italy... Here, I sigh, wondering how I ev
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HetaOni - GerIta
"Italy..."
That name escaped everybody's lips. I never thought they'd miss me that much. I could see them, but they couldn't see me. They were all around my body. Spain was tearing up and Romano had already broken down, while everybody else was in shock and disbelief. Yet, I wasn't. I knew I was going to die, that thing was after me anyway. I'm just glad I was able to save everybody, especially Germany... I just didn't know where I was supposed to go. All of a sudden, out of nowhere, I saw that thing. Was he going to guide me to my friends?
"Is this the right way?"
He nodded, remaining completly silent. I unconciously started walking towa
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Sickness - Part One [[APH FanFic]]
Prussia and France walked into the meeting room, worried expressions on their face as they bent their heads, speaking to each other in urgent whispers. They both looked up when their names were called, worry shining in their eyes. England had been the one calling their names.
"You're an hour late you wankers!" the Englishman scolded, his eyes shining in annoyance. "America's not here either, and Canada.. where is he?!" he grumbled to himself. France looked at them quietly, then Prussia spoke up.
"Actually, we know where they both are," he said, drawing everybody's eyes to both of them. France nodded,
"Matthieu is sick," France said quietly
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But Canada, I would miss you. 