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Who is that?
There, I see him.
No one else seems to notice him,
I see him though.
Why would they ignore him?
I see why now.
He is out shone
By the other similar to him.
I don't know why
No one would consider him.
He hides great potential
Behind his subtleties.
I can see them.
I'm awesome!
I know this
But,
People don't seem to recognize that
Anymore.
He'd understand it,
Wouldn't he?
He, ignored so long,
And I, slowly being forgotten.
I need someone like that,
Who understands me.
I hate to admit it,
But,
I need him.
I can admit
I love him.
--Gilbert Weilschmidt
There, I see him.
No one else seems to notice him,
I see him though.
Why would they ignore him?
I see why now.
He is out shone
By the other similar to him.
I don't know why
No one would consider him.
He hides great potential
Behind his subtleties.
I can see them.
I'm awesome!
I know this
But,
People don't seem to recognize that
Anymore.
He'd understand it,
Wouldn't he?
He, ignored so long,
And I, slowly being forgotten.
I need someone like that,
Who understands me.
I hate to admit it,
But,
I need him.
I can admit
I love him.
--Gilbert Weilschmidt
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Why do I feel so heavy? Arthur thought. He opened his eyes and stared into the bright morning light and the familiar setting. He looked to his side and almost yelled out in surprise. Alfred was sleeping with his arms wrapped around him! Well that explains that. He thought. But why is America here? Arthur knew he shouldn't be surprised but he was. Alfred almost never came over anymore. I wonder if something bad has happened.
Just then, the sleeping nation tightened his grip and mumbled something that sounded like "But I miss h-"but the rest was just a jumble of words that he might have been able to understand had Alfred not turned his face.
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Finland's violet eyes open up to the warmth of a blanket covering his entire body, minus the head and, a room that was different, but not new to him. Sitting himself up, he noticed he wasn't wearing his normal light-blue uniform but rather an oversized white shirt. His light blond hair was very messy and void of the usual white beret he wore.
Looking over to the side, he spied his uniform sitting off to the side, folded neatly with the beret sitting on the top. He threw his legs off the side of the bed he was in, letting them dangle off the sides a bit.
Slowly, he slid off the side of the white cotton covers. But the se
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Walking into his house, Gilbert opened the door only to be greeted with packed luggage littering the foyer. "Matt? are you home?" he suddenly heard thumping as Matthew walked down stairs carrying more baggage.
"Wha-"
"I'm leaving, Gil."
Feeling his heart break a little, Gilbert felt the air tense up.
"But
why?"
"I can't take this anymore. Your constant drinking, going out late every night, worrying me to death. I need out."
Finally breaking down, Gilbert fell to his knees. "But I can change! Please don't leave me!"
And, looking away to the side, Matthew said nothing but gathered his belongings and stepped outside the d
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STOP LOVING FROM AFAR AND TALK TO HIM GILBO. SHEESH.