I watch as America boasts about God knows what. Sometimes I wish he would just shut up and sit down. He never says anything even remotely related to the topic we talk about so what's the point of him speaking? I hate how stupid and childish he is. I hate him and his stupid face. I especially hate his eyes. They're so....beautiful. Why are they so beautiful? I don't understand. Why did I say that? That's so weird, but it's true. His gorgeous blue eyes are the color of the ocean. I can't get enough of them.
God, I hate him! He's so annoying! Why am I commenting on his eyes?! This doesn't make sense! Do I like him? I shake my head. No, that's impossible. He's fat, he's obnoxious, and he's stupid. How could I love someone like him? He's so...charming. He's really kind, he tries to help others, he tries to understand others, he's so sweet that it's sickening. The way he looks at people. It's so suffocating. I want him to stare at me forev- I slam my fists on the table, "No!" I shout. Remembering that I'm in a meeting, I look up.
"You okay, Russia?" China asks. I look around and see everyone's eyes on me. Especially his. I stare straight into those gorgeous eyes. Why are they so beautiful? I hate it. I hate it so much. I start tearing up. Confusion immediately starts filling me up. I'm, crying? Why am I crying? I never cry. "Russia? You alright, dude?" America says. I stare at the concern in his innocent, blue eyes. "I....why do you ask?"
"Because you're crying..." I immediately touch my cheek. He's right, my cheek is wet. "I'm not crying. Why would I cry?" I stand up from my seat. Did America make me cry? But how? "Are you sure? Because-"
"I said, I'm NOT crying." I start walking to the door, "I'll be right back." Opening the door, I stare back at everyone. I stare back at him. He makes me so sick. I walk out of the room, and shut the door. Once I've walked far enough from the door, I punch the wall. "FUCK!" I yell. I don't understand. Why don't I? I hate this feeling so much! My heart kept pounding every time I stared at him. Why? Do I love him? No, I don't. I can't. He's so unlikeable. How could I? How could I love his innocence, his joyful laugh, his wide smile, his sweet, ocean eyes? My eyes widen, rage coursing through my veins.
No. I don't love him. I don't. I don't love him and I never will! Why is he making me feel this way? I hate him. I hate him so much. Tears well up in my eyes. I punch the wall again. Why? Why does he make me cry? I've never cried. Never. I hate how he's making me feel this way.
I HATE HIM SO MUCH.