The Fake Smile He Wears

Chapter 15

EXTREMELY SORRY ABOUT THE REALLY LATE CHAPTER! THE SCHEDULE SHOULD BE BACK TO NORMAL NOW. I was busy all Sunday and Monday with my project and math homework. Also screw algebra nation. I'm just a bit stressed out with my grades and this story. Sorry about the crappy, short, late chapter, I've been busy with homework and the quarter is gonna end. A lot has been happening to me and it's been hard lately, so sorry about the inconveniences! So sorry, once more! OH AND THANKS SO MUCH GUYS FOR THE 1000 READS. I still can't believe that we made it this far. Honestly I thought my story was a bit cliche and cringey. Thanks so much, once more! Welp enough of my excuses and onto the story :D!
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Once, he finally stopped he didn't know where he was. The building was big and he never had the time to explore, after all the meeting places were always different. He heard frantic footsteps, and yells up above him. He frantically looked around the room for anywhere to hide, he couldn't face them, no not now. He found closet and quickly ran in and closed it. He realized how tight it was, it almost reminded him of his times in the trenches during the Wars. It was tough and scary, he still questions how he managed to survive to this day. He heard voices nearby and quickly silenced himself. He heard Diego and Maria telling the others where to go. Diego was always a leader, he remembered vividly on that day, on that battle, seeing Diego and Maria stand tall. Even, when they were fighting against each other Diego and Maria never hesitated, when fighting. He couldn't bring himself no matter how much time passes on, he can never truly fight against the people he knew so well. He can never use his full power. If he did the whole world would be dead before you knew it. The day that would happen, would be day he snaps, he knew that day would come soon, regardless if he wanted to accept it or not. The world is on a clock. As tensions rise and rise, the scales tip back and forth. The scales of impending death. In a world of nuclear weapons, and weapons so powerful, it's a scary world to live in. He sometimes wish he didn't develop and push the world to develop better, powerful weapons. Then, maybe less people would get hurt. Maybe, less people wouldn't have to live in fear, everyday of their lives. Maybe he wouldn't fear and hate himself so much. No. No. He wasn't going to do this again. Everyone makes mistakes. It's okay. Right? Was he just lying to himself again? He heard quiet footsteps, the footsteps were getting closer and closer to him. He began breathing erratically, his body shaking a bit. He knew that there was no escape. You could never escape anything, it'll always find you. No matter how far and how much you run, everything will catch up to you. As the closet doors slowly opened, he closed his eyes, scared to see who found him. He felt a warm hand on his shoulder. He began to slowly open his eyes. He saw Tino standing, with a concerned look on his face. He wanted to run, but his legs refused to move, his legs were like jelly. So many times this happened, he would be faced with an enemy, but yet he couldn't run. His legs wouldn't move, as if they were frozen. His breathing only got faster and faster.

"Hey! I found him!" Finland yelled to the others. His heart hurt inside. He was slightly confused, no he was really confused. To think Berwald would do this. He didn't understand how Berwald, would leave just them. He saw how scared and scarred Alfred had become. He saw the people around change so much, it almost felt like a blur to him. Sometimes he wished people didn't change so fast and so much. The older countries saw so many people die and change. It must've been hard. He wasn't too old, but he knew that it must've of been quite hard for Alfred, he was forced to grow up so fast, he hit reality so fast, so young too. Alfred realized the realities of this cruel world, all too fast. Alfred had so much pressure; Alfred had the whole world watching his every move. One wrong step, one wrong word, and he had the whole world against him. It must've been really stressful for him. When he was so young too. Alfred looked so sentimental, as if he remembered something. Alfred chuckled to himself, as the tears fell out. He took out a handkerchief and handed to Alfred. Alfred looked like he was pondering whether or not he should take it. Alfred hesitantly took it and wiped his tears. The others came and stood around Alfred.