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This story starts simple. It starts with a boy, an old diary and his free thoughts. It starts with nothing but a low chuckle that slowly blooms into a laugh and his almost annoying voice that tells everyone around him who he is. That he is great, unique, awesome. That he is a person with a personality. He tells a little story of his own with every word he writes. And everyone is able to hear what he is trying to tell the world. But nobody listens. He's just a boy.

He looks so vulnerable, while his laugh echoes through the oh so crowded place. A high pitched sound, lighthearted and somehow annoying. Everybody sees him, the big, maniac-like grin that mocks everyone that passes by, while he believes the world should bow down before him. They look at him, curious, their eyes glistening with everything but honesty the moment they realize he is totally out of his mind. He is insane, the way he laughs, the way he talks about himself with nothing but the chattering of strangers as his background music. It feels like this place is his stage. A stage for an unneeded being. A stage for a person nobody understands.

They don't care about his story, the little fairytale he can tell. Everything they hear are his insane, loud spoken thoughts and everything they see is that big, gleeful grin. And they don't know what to think of this stranger. He is weird. He isn't normal. He is…different. Different than them. And that's the sole reason why they start to laugh, their fingers pointed at him and the book he holds in his hands. He just shakes his head, laughs along, and writes another little poem about himself in the thick diary that holds every secret about him and his own, little world.   Then he starts to mumble something about his 'awesome self' – they can't catch what he is trying to say. They don't even try. It would make him more human, too human for them. Maybe guilt would seek into their bones if they would try to understand him. And they don't want that.

It's easier to laugh along. Not with him. With them. With all of them. It's so easy to force that horrible, horrible sound. Such a ridiculous thing to do – but they do it anyway. Just because it is so much easier. It's easier to be deaf for the things he tells. It's easier to be blind for the wounded look in his eyes. And in comparison: It's so difficult to say an honest opinion. It's so difficult to be yourself. It's difficult to give other people a chance when they don't care about chances. It's so difficult to give him a chance.

Nobody of them is brave enough to stand up, to end it all. End what begun with nothing but a boy and his diary. He just sits there with a grin on his face and lighthearted laughter in the air. And he writes down all the things he wants to say. Every little piece that is worth a memory. …maybe that's a silly thought, he muses. Maybe it's childish of him to think so. Still, he writes, speaks, and tells everyone who he is. But they don't listen. He is a mute storyteller for them. It doesn't matter what his tales are about, every single one of them will die without ever having a chance to bloom. To grow into something that can be wonderful. Beautiful.

It's a sad truth he can't understand. A truth that is beyond his reach. It's so far away that he tries to deny it - he says to himself that it isn't there. That they aren't there. They…and their ungodly smiles. His smile vanishes into nothingness for a moment, the once arrogant grin erased for mere seconds. It returns soon after, but they noticed it, anyway. And they laugh again. Laugh. And laugh. And laugh. They don't stop – and maybe that is a good thing, because he can tell himself that they laugh for him, with him. That their smiles are real, not poisonous. He can believe that he is seen, that he matters. That's all he wants, after all. He wants to be noticed.

But there is no one that notices him. So he starts writing – again. He picks up the small pencil, the little tool he uses to communicate with the world, even though the world doesn't care about his thoughts. The words he writes, the words he says, are simple. Easy. And while his grin returns, his voice cracks. Somewhere between a low chuckle, somewhere between a high pitched laugh. He asks himself and everyone around him a single question. Because, suddenly, the answer to it isn't there anymore. It's so simple. Such an easy answer, but he is asking himself the same question over and over again.

"I am awesome…right?"

They laugh along with it. He is sure they are laughing louder now; their voices are turning hoarse from all these forced sounds. And even though he wants to scream at them that they should tell him the answer immediately, he says no more. He turns silent, completely silent for the first time this day. And one single person turns silent with him, unnoticed by them - because they don't care about things like that. But one single person, and one single person alone, decides that his simple silence is the one that matters. One single person notices that he shouldn't be silent, because he is no silent person to begin with. One single person listens. So, one single person turns away from them and decides to sit beside him instead.

And, just as easy, that one single person smiles at him. A genuine, true smile. It's easy to smile such a friendly smile, the one single person realizes. He looks puzzled for a moment, confused, but there it is again. That slightly arrogant grin. The one single person missed it… But now that it is there again, it's so much easier to look at him. It's easy to see how the wounded look vanishes and turns to one of hope and pride again. Still, the question remains. He asks the one single person the exact same question, over and over again. He wants an answer. He is troubled. He seems lost. And the one single person just laughs a friendly laugh, reaches out and takes the pencil that lies in his hand.

With a swift motion, one single person writes one single word under one single question.
It's one simple answer.
And it's so easy to say it.
It's a simple, single

Remember, you can be the one single person.

This story is cheesy, but it's much more than a simple Reader-Insert. The one single person can be anyone. I'm not talking about you, one of the canon characters or an OC - I mean the real things that happen in the world. People get bullied all the time. We don't give people a single chance, we just stay silent and laugh with them. But we can give people a chance, we should give people a chance. Because everybody deserves one.

I chose Prussia because I think he would be a loner. He is a rather depressing character, I think. Sure, he is a dissolved nation, but I'm not talking about the nations here. Prussia is more or less 'dead'. Prussia writes in his diaries just about himself and how awesome he is, for gods sake. I don't think Prussia would be the cool guy everybody wants to hang out with. He would be the awkward one that stands alone in a corner, writing about himself in his diary. Or at least there is a chance that he would be that kind of person. And on top of that: He has a big ego and is arrogant. This is more or less the reason why I chose him for this story.

I don't own Hetalia, obviously.
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Critique by kolkolkol07 Nov 2, 2012, 5:07:14 PM
This is absolutely beautifully written. The detail was spot on, and because of that, I was able to envision the story vividly. The way you captured his thoughts, and the enviroment around him were realistic and believable. I agree strongly with your view on Prussia. I believe every nation has two hearts, their own, and that of their country's. Because Prussia dissolved, he IS more of less dead, and the way you've written this.. It's easy to empathize and feel his pain.

..Now, because this requires at least 100 words, I'll just say again, that this is absolutely amazing. Brilliant job.
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As the previous critique has said, this is written very well.

It was spot on clear, had a point and very well presented. It can be related to myself, who has been put in this situation. Bullying can also be seen as a topic brought up in this story, which can always be easily related to others.

It is extremely realistic, and I think that you make it almost true to our eyes. I agree with your description of Prussia; he's a loner and a quite depressing character. He doesn't get much spotlight, and tends to mess with Hungary and Austria in his spare time. He does have a large ego, and is quite arrogant. He's always portrayed as a character that thinks too much of himself because of his large past of conquest by Father Fritz.

Then again; I believe that you did an amazing job portray him, and making this more than believable.

You did a great job. :iconclapplz:
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EnviousWolfy Featured By Owner Jul 25, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
I find this amazing. It's beautifully written, and i didn't find any grammatical errors. I think Prussia was a great choice for this story, as well. I personally dealt with this when i was younger, so i was able to truly understand the pain that was within Prussia. I'm glad this had a happy ending, because mine didn't. Amazing. Keep writing, you are awesome at it :3
erinkirland-mulby Featured By Owner May 23, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
NARKOTIKA718 Featured By Owner Jan 25, 2014  Student General Artist
I knew this story would be deep when I read the little excerpt while looking through a bunch of stories.
Great job!
Schwer-von-Begriff Featured By Owner Feb 2, 2014
Thank you so much! =)  I really appreciate the compliment. =)
NARKOTIKA718 Featured By Owner Feb 3, 2014  Student General Artist
You're welcome! I like to make people feel good.
AskPrussiaKESESE Featured By Owner Jul 23, 2013
((This was absolutely beautiful. I am at a loss for words right now. Your writing style is amazing, and I absolutely love this. <3))
BladeNakomi Featured By Owner Jun 14, 2013  Student General Artist
It's so sad! I cried a little. You did such a good job writing it! I know how it feels to sit alone, and then have some one sit beside me, I too was confused at first, then hopeful, because this person, who took time out of their day to notice me, might want to be my friend. Your story hit home in my heart. It was... IS awesome. Keep up the amazing work you do. :)
Kristiania2012 Featured By Owner Mar 24, 2013
This is really one of the best Stories I have read so far. Even if it is a one-shot, it ranks high in my list of great stories. (I talk about Stories you probably don't know, they are in German) You have excellent choice of words and your style is fluent and easy to read. I am really looking forward to reading more of your stories, if they would be only a little like this one they are still great!!

Schwer-von-Begriff Featured By Owner Mar 25, 2013
Aww, dankeschön! :D Oh, kann sein das ich sie kenne, komme immerhin auch aus Deutschland~ Vielen, vielen dank für die lieben Komplimente. Momentan schreibe ich an einem England x Reader One-Shot. Der sollte heute eigentlich fertig werden. Vielleicht interessiert er dich ja? :3
Kristiania2012 Featured By Owner Mar 26, 2013
Wenn du magst kann ich dir den Titel ja nennen: die Story heißt Kryptonit, die Autorin heißt Ur und ist auf animexx zu finden. Ist eine etwas längere Story ab süß und genial, und yaoi, wenn du sowas magst.
Ich werde nachher mal reinschauen, wenn er fertig ist.

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