Here it is, guys. I was slightly inspired by Derp to do this, because.... yeah I dunno. Just some random thing I wrote. I have no idea how long it will last. I apologize to the people who hate me for this now. I'm sorry to everyone *cough*Me-Iz*cough*. DON'T YELL AT ME Dx In the part, it's a bit shorter than the others, because I was just kind of... getting the feel of it, so to speak. Enjoy the drama. Deep down, I know you people like this sort of thing. You do, don't you? Yes. Yes you do.
Prussia and I were in one of our usual fights again. Cursing, bleeding, breaking, running. It was the usual routine.
“P-Prussia...” I choked, as he pined me down and gripped my neck.
'Oh, wanting last words?” He grinned, pressing harder against my throat.
I kicked and kicked, pounding my fists on the dry Autumn ground, bronze leaves crunching. “I hate you w-with my entire being.” I spat.
“Good.”
His fingers tightened and my airway closed. Not a single breath could enter my lungs. The last thing I saw before everything went black was his face. His face. Both my blood and his were mixed together on his cheek, creating pretty patterns I had never noticed, his blazing eyes almost the same color. His silvery white hair hung in messy, contrasting strands. Not only were the bloody designs on his cheek a work of art, he himself was. The slender, slightly muscular stature of his body, the sharp yet curved set of his jaw. The man was a god. The room lights up when he steps in. He moves so gracefully in battle, so swift and forcefully so. The blows he delivers not only hurt, but send a jolt down your spine, coursing through your veins. Your brain becomes fuzzy and your heart races. Only through sheer will does one decided to fight back, for being completely dominated and defeated like that feels like jumping off a building. The rush, the panic. In a way, it's exciting. But at the same time, you know that your fate is death. The last thing you will think before you go will be...
I never expected to die like this.
The world tinged red, but I held my gaze to his, wanting to look his straight in he eye as I slowly faded. You know. You know that when I say I hate you, I mean the opposite, don't you? If not, you sure are dense. I've loved you for a while now. But you're untouchable. You have a girlfriend, and you seem to like her a great deal. I have no chance. Gilbert. Just tell me already. Do you hate me? With your entire being? Just say it. Please. Spare me the struggle. Maybe then I can rest. I'd rather you hate me, than crush your loved one's heart. Crush mine. Smash it to pieces. At least then I'll know how you feel. Then I will have closure.
No, she didn't die. Get over yourself.
Prussia and I were in one of our usual fights again. Cursing, bleeding, breaking, running. It was the usual routine.
“P-Prussia...” I choked, as he pined me down and gripped my neck.
'Oh, wanting last words?” He grinned, pressing harder against my throat.
I kicked and kicked, pounding my fists on the dry Autumn ground, bronze leaves crunching. “I hate you w-with my entire being.” I spat.
“Good.”
His fingers tightened and my airway closed. Not a single breath could enter my lungs. The last thing I saw before everything went black was his face. His face. Both my blood and his were mixed together on his cheek, creating pretty patterns I had never noticed, his blazing eyes almost the same color. His silvery white hair hung in messy, contrasting strands. Not only were the bloody designs on his cheek a work of art, he himself was. The slender, slightly muscular stature of his body, the sharp yet curved set of his jaw. The man was a god. The room lights up when he steps in. He moves so gracefully in battle, so swift and forcefully so. The blows he delivers not only hurt, but send a jolt down your spine, coursing through your veins. Your brain becomes fuzzy and your heart races. Only through sheer will does one decided to fight back, for being completely dominated and defeated like that feels like jumping off a building. The rush, the panic. In a way, it's exciting. But at the same time, you know that your fate is death. The last thing you will think before you go will be...
I never expected to die like this.
The world tinged red, but I held my gaze to his, wanting to look his straight in he eye as I slowly faded. You know. You know that when I say I hate you, I mean the opposite, don't you? If not, you sure are dense. I've loved you for a while now. But you're untouchable. You have a girlfriend, and you seem to like her a great deal. I have no chance. Gilbert. Just tell me already. Do you hate me? With your entire being? Just say it. Please. Spare me the struggle. Maybe then I can rest. I'd rather you hate me, than crush your loved one's heart. Crush mine. Smash it to pieces. At least then I'll know how you feel. Then I will have closure.
No, she didn't die. Get over yourself.