Everything is Hetalia

With My Two Hands

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It was broken.

The world.

And I was the one to destroy it.

With my two hands.

I don't know why I did it.

At the time, I was blinded by power.

Now I am drenched in shame.

I'm sorry.

Truly.

I try to apologize, but nobody wants to accept it.

I don't blame them.

I'm a monster.

No....

The spirit inside of me is a monster.

I tried to stop it.

But sometimes the voices of insanity tempt you.

Till you are sinning.

To the point that you will never be pure again.

I am a horrible person.

I'm such a horrible person, I shouldn't be called human.

I shouldn't even be called monster.

Because I'm worse than a monster.

I am the spirit.

The spirit of a monster.

That's the worst thing possible.

The war that I created was destructive.

I tore families and friends apart.

I tore down countries and pride apart.

I tore down Prussia and Italy.

They are now facing the same crimes I face.

The justice system is a mess.

The only thing they got right was the role of the villian.

Me.

Germany.

Brother of Prussia.

Grandson of Germania.

While I sit on the chair, waiting for the allies to punish me, I think.

I screwed up.

Really bad.

I tried to touch the heavens like any other nation.

Yet, I managed to touch the coldest part of the earth.

Destruction.

I am destruction.

Everything I touch.

It turns to dust.

This is why I'm scared of touching Prussia or Italy.

I might change them to dust.

Dust that you step on.

The only person who should be stepped on is me.

Me.

Germany.

Brother of Prussia.

Grandson of Germania.

I wish to get rid of my impurities.

I cry.

My impurities ashame me.

Forgive me.

For I have damaged too many.

The monster inside me can never be cleaned.

It's muck.

It will stick everywhere.

In my lungs.

In my mind.

In my heart.

The air I breath will be the breathe of a dead man.

The thoughts I think are the dark fantasy of a sadist.

The beat of my heart is a ticking time bomb and when it explodes, my spirit will fly and spread.

I don't want it to spread.

That's all I do.

One thing.

It falls.

I fall.

The walls of my empire got blown from the winds of punishment.

They tumbled, bringing everything down.

Till it all landed on me.

Me.

Germany.

Brother of Prussia.

Grandson of Germania.

The nation that broke the world.

With my two hands.

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So that's it!
It's really short.
Sorry if you don't like it, I was rushed.

This is Germany after the war.

Anyways, hope you like it and Happy Readings! Remember to vote, comment, read, and BE HAPPY!