America's POV
My body was so tired, my head span, my eyes were blurred, and it hurt. So much. I knew there was someone else, so I reached my hand out, and felt around to give them reassurance. I felt something grab me, but I relaxed when I realized it was them. I held on tight, and didn't let go.
Whoever was here with me, needed all the support they could get. I could not let go, not like when all those years ago I broke, and let go of everything, deeming it useless.
No longer, will I say to myself, 'I should just give up', and just do nothing. I will start anew, and never stop.
Italy's POV
I felt something reaching for my hand, and I quickly gripped back at it. I realized it was someone else.
Someone else here had fallen for the trap that lead me here. Where it is worse then being dead.
I'm very sure who ever else was here was much younger then I, and they were in pain, like me. I decided to comfort them, they most likely needed it.
Sometimes, we need to seek comfort, instead of looking for an easy fix.
{AHHH I'M SORRY PLEASE FORGIVE ME I NEED MORE INSPIRATION DON'T WORRY I'LL MAKE UP FOR THIS!}
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FanfictionIt started out as being trapped in the meeting room, and being forced to read their diaries aloud because of their long-gone parents. Until they mention that two of them were literally husks. Who are they? And what if they happen to be the two least...
