Dear Diary,
I had another nightmare. This one was worse than usual. Like all my other nightmares, it took place during my revolution. But instead of me losing...England died. I killed him. I will never forget, as long as I live, the look in his eyes when I shot him. He looked so hurt, so betrayed. 'Why?! Why did you do this?! Why did you leave me?!' he shouted, over and over again. Then he died. That's when I woke up, screaming. Gaining my independence didn't hurt England that much. Did it?
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Sad Hetalia (Headcannons)
FanfictionThis is a book of sad Hetalia headcannons that I've written. This will contain sucidal thoughts, self-harm, depression, and disorders, so proceed with caution. I hope you enjoy! :) (I do not own any Hetalia characters or images.)
