sassymillon

"I'm fine" is a dirty lie. The truth is that I want to die. "I'm tired" is not even done. It really means "I'm tired of being no one" "I'm better" is but a curse. The truth is that I've never been worse "I'm just cold" is what I say so my sleeves can hide my scars away. "I already ate" is said with a frown. I starve to see the numbers on the scale go down. "I'm okay" is probably the worst. It really means I'm about to burst. All these things are lies to me. But you take this as the truth because what else would I be?

You were still in the middle of training with your two general, Ludwig and Gilbert Beilschmidt, they were brothers. Your so innocent look had fooled everyone because you possess a high stamina that no girl could ever have. You had been training for almost 5 hours straight like it was just counting beans in a sack. The Beilschmidts had ordered you and the soldiers to do 3000 push-ups and 2000 solo sit-ups. Most of the soldiers already given up while you, just doing what the general said. You were already done with 3000 push-ups and still to do 3 sit-ups "1998" "1999" "2000!" you collapsed on the ground after the barbaric training. "Awesome

Spain's prisoner It had been days since the Russian had fell and Arthur had lost his eye but none of them could be happier. Once it was all over, everyone had stumbled back into the house to escape the cold that was taking them over. Though while Alfred was busy helping Arthur and Prussia and Matthew were tending to Ludwig, the Frenchman and Spaniard were occupied with making sure the Turk didn't run. Actually, they forced him to pick up the bloody Russian and carry his limp form into the cabin too. He ended up sitting beside the unconscious the tall man in the corner because the two wouldn't let him move. He was their prisoner now. They

       He walks away, hands jammed into his pockets, boiling in his own pot of irritation. Today had been a perfectly fine day until Antonio started kidding around too much. He went so far as to pull the curl, despite the amount of times he's told him not to. "Hey, come back! I was only playing around!" Antonio calls. "Shut up, damn jerk!" he shouts back, still walking away. Antonio looks over at Gilbert, who just tells Antonio to leave him alone; Lovino walks faster, face searing hot. "Stupid jerk, always playing around…how about I annoy him…? Stupid jerk wouldn't like that."     Lovino focuses on the ground, not paying mu

WARNING: FEELS WILL HAPPEN, AND CRYING MAY OCCUR YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED OF TEH FEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELZ It had been a month since then. Nothing had changed. You were still a mess of yourself and your eyes were practically grey now. Memories kept flooding your mind at everything now, getting dressed, waking up in the morning, everything. You imagined him wrapping those warm arms around your waist, pulling you into his chest, but when you turned around.. nothing.. nobody was there. Though.. some things were different now. You were now a shell. Showing no emotion and shedding no tears, for you had shed as many tears as you could. They just ne