Everything is Hetalia

Apologies and No Forgiveness

Dear, Canada.
You will never read this letter because I am too much of a coward to give this to you.
I don't know even know the point of this stupid letter.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry for never listening to you.
I'm sorry for ignoring you.
I'm sorry for taking you for granted.

I don't know why I act like a jerk to you.
I don't know if it's jealousy or hate.
I don't know why...

I'm such a horrible brother.
I really am.
I practically abuse you.
Not physically, but verbally.
I bully you in to things.
I have made you cry.

I'm so..so sorry.
Why do I do this?
I don't know.

You are the best brother a person could have.
You're nice to me.
You forgive me.
You have my back.

I taunt you and ignore you, but you still love me because I'm your brother.

Please, never leave me.
You're the only family I have left.
I broke my bond with England and I didn't even have a bond with France.

I'm so, so sorry.
I wish I could say it, but my pride won't let me.

I have heard you many times, crying.
I would press my ear against the wall and I would hear your quiet sobs.
I always felt so ashamed when I made you cry.

I'm sorry.

I know that's not good enough, but that's all I can say.

I'm so sorry.

If I could, I would go back and change the past.

Can we please just start over?

I know I don't deserve it, but can we?

I want to be a better brother.
I want to be nice to you. I want to not ignore you.
I want to have your back.

Please?

You do not know the remorse I have...I feel like I have a huge burden over my shoulders.

Please forgive me.
Please, can we start over?

I want this burden off.
I want to get rid of all of the regret.
I don't want to feel ashamed.

I just want to be a brother to you.
Not allies or neighbors.
A brother.

I completely understand why you probably hate me.
I steal all of the limelight.
I make other nations hate you.
I take advantage of your natural niceness.
I ignore you and when I do notice you...I tend to say words that lowers your already fragile self-esteem.

It's my fault that you have no self-esteem. After all, I was the one that said that I bored of you and that I am supposed to be the only brother of England.

I am so, so, sorry.
Please, please, forgive me.
Please, Brother.
I'm so sorry.
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Why?
Why are you so mean to me?
You have said some of the most hurtful words.
You never noticed me.
I had such a lonely childhood because of you.
I usually played a game by myself or read a book.
You are the reason why I am not fully happy.
No matter how much I try, I will also have a spot in my heart that is just pure sorrow.
I have cried myself to sleep because of you.

You were so mean. You are still mean.

Why?
What have I ever done to you?

You...you are a horrible brother.

Even to this day, I cry myself to sleep when I think of those days.
When we all lived together.
When you single-handedly broke our family.

You emotionally scarred me.
I can't trust people as easy as I used to.
You make me scared to hang out with people like you.
You practically gave me anxiety.
I am more paranoid than I look.

I'm too scared to talk, in fear that you will hurt me again.

I don't know why I still love you.

All you have ever done is break me down.

I try and say that I forgive you.

But..

I can't.

I can't forgive you.

I can't forgive the awful things you have done to me.

Most of my sorrow was because of you.
Most of my tears was because of you.

I can't bear to remember because they hurt. The memories are so painful...

I can't do it!

Please...just go away.
I can't handle all this sadness. Please..just go...please.

I can't...

I'm crying.
Again.

I can't do it.

I can't forgive you.

I'm so sorry.

You have hurt me so badly that I just can't.

The wounds are too deep for me to ever heal.

You are an awful brother.
You don't deserve to be my brother.
Please..don't try.
Don't try to be my brother again.
It will just hurt me even more.

So, please...just let us be allies.
Not Brothers.
We lost that title back in 1812.

Go away.
Just go away.
Please go away.

Sometimes, I just want you were dead...

I'm sorry, France. I'm sorry England.
I know you guys would be disappointed in me. I shouldn't have wrote that... but I can't forgive him.
I can't forgive America.

Please...just leave me alone.

Ignore me.

Like you always do.
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THIS IS A POEM BY THE AMERICAN BROS.
AMERICA IS THE BOLD AND CANADA IS THE ITALICS.
THIS IS BASED OFF OF REAL EMOTIONS OF MINE...ON CANADA'S PART...SO SORRY IF IT'S KIND ALL OVER THE PLACE.
THIS CHAPTER WAS SO EMOTIONAL FOR ME...WAHH!
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