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It was a cold winter afternoon.
There sat the blonde boy,curled up against a wall,trembling violently.
"Why can't they see me?Why?"He whimpered quietly as fits of laughter erupted from downstairs.He slowly crawled out from his spot in the corner,peeking through the door only to see his parents laughing with some neighbors.He watched them intently as they ruffled the child's messy golden locks before them that had belonged to the quests.His purple eyes scanned their faces,filled with pride and joy at this boy..This boy that wasn't even their son!Rage coursed through his body as he stomped down the stairs furiously.The two adults whipped their heads only to see the child stomping down the stairs."L-Laura can you please take care of..him?"The man whispered to the brunette woman.She nodded,and stood up to walk over to him.
She walked up to him,not even glancing into those large hopeful purple eyes.
She lifted her knee and began to nudge him up the stairs,not even talking to him,just pushing him up the stairs as if she was demanding him to walk up.He could only stand there and let her push him up the steps with strong thrusts.He whimpered as she reconnected her knee with his ribs for the last time,finally at the top of the steps.She didn't talk to him or look at him,nothing.Just slapped him and walked back down the stairs to her husband already back to making small talk and calling the child "sport".Tears rolled down his cheeks as he rubbed the swollen spot on his cheek.
Days had passed with this behavior coming from not just his mother,but both of his parents.He would wake up in the morning and lift himself from the cold wood floors weakly and walk downstairs to ask his mother for breakfast.All she would do was walk past him...
To drop off the neighbor's boy...
It sickened him to the core and hatred filled within him,yet somehow all he wanted was their affection.All he wanted was some recognition by his own parents.He still continued to love them even when they ignored him or walked past him briskly.He just couldn't come to hate them.
Even more days had gone by.
He would wake up with swollen eyes from crying himself to sleep and A growling stomach each morning.His hunger was past it's limit to the point where he had begun to pass out during the time his parents were out.They left him,abandoned him,neglected him,and yet..
He couldn't hate them
Because he so desperately craved their attention he would stay kind and loyal in hopes of gaining their affection.'Just one look..'He would plead in his mind each morning he greeted his mother.She would only smile at her husband,telling him to hurry up and they would leave.They wouldn't feed him nor would they wouldn't give him a bed to sleep in.
One day they had brought home the child that belonged to the neighbors.
He had been crying loudly as they struggled to carry him into the soundproof basement.He wondered what had happened as he sat by the doorway of his room peeking at them with curious violet eyes.
Finally a month had passed without food and his family just packed up and left with the neighbors son.They left him.They didn't even utter a goodbye to the poor child.They just sold the house,packed up their belongings,and left him.
all alone.
to die.
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It was a cold winter afternoon.
There sat the blonde boy,curled up against a wall,trembling violently.
"Why can't they see me?Why?"He whimpered quietly as fits of laughter erupted from downstairs.He slowly crawled out from his spot in the corner,peeking through the door only to see his parents laughing with some neighbors.He watched them intently as they ruffled the child's messy golden locks before them that had belonged to the quests.His purple eyes scanned their faces,filled with pride and joy at this boy..This boy that wasn't even their son!Rage coursed through his body as he stomped down the stairs furiously.The two adults whipped their heads only to see the child stomping down the stairs."L-Laura can you please take care of..him?"The man whispered to the brunette woman.She nodded,and stood up to walk over to him.
She walked up to him,not even glancing into those large hopeful purple eyes.
She lifted her knee and began to nudge him up the stairs,not even talking to him,just pushing him up the stairs as if she was demanding him to walk up.He could only stand there and let her push him up the steps with strong thrusts.He whimpered as she reconnected her knee with his ribs for the last time,finally at the top of the steps.She didn't talk to him or look at him,nothing.Just slapped him and walked back down the stairs to her husband already back to making small talk and calling the child "sport".Tears rolled down his cheeks as he rubbed the swollen spot on his cheek.
Days had passed with this behavior coming from not just his mother,but both of his parents.He would wake up in the morning and lift himself from the cold wood floors weakly and walk downstairs to ask his mother for breakfast.All she would do was walk past him...
To drop off the neighbor's boy...
It sickened him to the core and hatred filled within him,yet somehow all he wanted was their affection.All he wanted was some recognition by his own parents.He still continued to love them even when they ignored him or walked past him briskly.He just couldn't come to hate them.
Even more days had gone by.
He would wake up with swollen eyes from crying himself to sleep and A growling stomach each morning.His hunger was past it's limit to the point where he had begun to pass out during the time his parents were out.They left him,abandoned him,neglected him,and yet..
He couldn't hate them
Because he so desperately craved their attention he would stay kind and loyal in hopes of gaining their affection.'Just one look..'He would plead in his mind each morning he greeted his mother.She would only smile at her husband,telling him to hurry up and they would leave.They wouldn't feed him nor would they wouldn't give him a bed to sleep in.
One day they had brought home the child that belonged to the neighbors.
He had been crying loudly as they struggled to carry him into the soundproof basement.He wondered what had happened as he sat by the doorway of his room peeking at them with curious violet eyes.
Finally a month had passed without food and his family just packed up and left with the neighbors son.They left him.They didn't even utter a goodbye to the poor child.They just sold the house,packed up their belongings,and left him.
all alone.
to die.
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Creepypasta: Hetalia Theory: Sweden
[Now read it here in Swedish! Translated by ShizukaWorld (https://www.deviantart.com/shizukaworld)]
[Now read it here in German! Translated by alltimeOpheliac (https://www.deviantart.com/alltimeopheliac)]
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Berwald ripped a sheet a paper off his locker, barely glancing at it. He crumpled it in his hand. On the paper was written in thick black letters, “gay fagget”.
He was used to this though, as horrible as this seemed. The others at his school were never fond of him. No one ever talked to him, unless they were insulting the boy. Again, he was used to this. He knew he was unusually tall and open about topics, which the others took advantage of. One would have thought with age, this problem would have
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He lay in bed, too sick to even move. To even think. He was sure his fever had skyrocketed through the roof by now and his stomach hadn’t ceased churning since he woke up. All it left him to think of was all the agony in his life. His complete modesty was what shunned his ex-girlfriend away from him. Still, he wished it had stopped her from continuing to try deepening the relationship both of them knew was no longer there. He wished he could’ve stopped her.
Shortly after that he had lost his job and bills were beginning to pile up. As he was walking home that night, heartbroken and mentally disturbed, a woman came up and told him
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Creepypasta: Hetalia Theory: North Italy
[Read along here on YouTube! Reading done by angelhalo777 (https://www.deviantart.com/angelhalo777)]
[Now translated into German here! Done by alltimeOpheliac (https://www.deviantart.com/alltimeopheliac)]
[Now translated into Spanish here! Done by Pinkieshy345 (https://www.deviantart.com/pinkieshy345)]
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“Ciao!” Feliciano waved happily at his friend.
He smiled and waved back before turning around and walking down the small Venice sidewalk. Feliciano sighed, his smile slowly fading. He had just spent the whole day with his friends. That’s how he spent most days. He had a nice care free life. But it wasn’t all perfect, no life was.
He then continued the other way down the narrow road to his home. He shoved his hands in his poc
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I actually have baby Canada and America as my phone background, and I love staring at them because their so cute!!
and my sister opens up my phone and says "Hey I know who they are!"
And i ask her who they are
And she says everyone
But Canada
I GOT SO PISSED AT HER SHE FORGOT THE SMOL ROLL----
and my sister opens up my phone and says "Hey I know who they are!"
And i ask her who they are
And she says everyone
But Canada
I GOT SO PISSED AT HER SHE FORGOT THE SMOL ROLL----