Post by [x] Switzerland on Apr 27, 2012 21:14:43 GMT -5
Switzerland ran as fast as he could up the stairs to the roof.
Please oh please don't let anyone be up here. He thought as he pushed the door open and looked around.
There wasn't much, just an old green house that looked like it was just getting its color back.
Sighing Switzerland went over and sat in the corner of the roof farthest away from the door. Reaching his hand into his pocket for the letter he froze as his hand closed around air.
N, Nothing? It has to be here I just had it!
Leaning his head back against the wall he tried to blow some hair out of his eyes.
At least I didn't manage to sign it yet. He thought dejectedly.
Glancing around once more to make sure he really was the only one there Switzerland tiredly closed his eyes. Slowly he aloud notes to fill his mind knowing that singing was possibly the only thing he could do right now to forget.
"Oh...
No...
Yeah yeah...
She's got green eyes and she's 5'5 long brown hair all down her back,
Cadillac truck so the hell what is so special about that,
She used to model,
She's done some acting so she weighs a buck o' five,
And I guess that she's alright if perfection's what you like.
Ooh,
Ooh,
And I'm not jealous,
No I'm not.
Sound just like Hungary, Even when she used to beat Austria to a pulp every chance she got, he still thought she was perfect...
...and nothing has really changed in that respect. He still doesn't see me.
Ooh,
Ooh,
I just want everything she's got.
Ooh,
Ooh,
You look at her so amazed.
I remember way back when,
You used to look at me that way.
An imaged flashed in front of Switzerland's closed eyes: Austria smiling at him as he carried him away from yet another hopeless fight.
Tell me what makes her so much better than me?
(What makes her so much better than me?)
What makes her just everything that I can never be?
(I can never be?)
Why is it always her? I'm the one who's cared about him all along. I've always been there no matter what and he left me to be with her. Did our friendship really mean nothing to him?
What makes her your every dream and fantasy?
Because I can remember when it,
was,
me.
And now you don't feel the same,
I remember,
You would shiver,
Every time I said your name.
You said nothing felt as good as when you gazed into my eyes,
Now you don't care I'm alive.
How did we let the fire die?
Rodrich, I miss you...
Please oh please don't let anyone be up here. He thought as he pushed the door open and looked around.
There wasn't much, just an old green house that looked like it was just getting its color back.
Sighing Switzerland went over and sat in the corner of the roof farthest away from the door. Reaching his hand into his pocket for the letter he froze as his hand closed around air.
N, Nothing? It has to be here I just had it!
Leaning his head back against the wall he tried to blow some hair out of his eyes.
At least I didn't manage to sign it yet. He thought dejectedly.
Glancing around once more to make sure he really was the only one there Switzerland tiredly closed his eyes. Slowly he aloud notes to fill his mind knowing that singing was possibly the only thing he could do right now to forget.
"Oh...
No...
Yeah yeah...
She's got green eyes and she's 5'5 long brown hair all down her back,
Cadillac truck so the hell what is so special about that,
She used to model,
She's done some acting so she weighs a buck o' five,
And I guess that she's alright if perfection's what you like.
Ooh,
Ooh,
And I'm not jealous,
No I'm not.
Sound just like Hungary, Even when she used to beat Austria to a pulp every chance she got, he still thought she was perfect...
...and nothing has really changed in that respect. He still doesn't see me.
Ooh,
Ooh,
I just want everything she's got.
Ooh,
Ooh,
You look at her so amazed.
I remember way back when,
You used to look at me that way.
An imaged flashed in front of Switzerland's closed eyes: Austria smiling at him as he carried him away from yet another hopeless fight.
Tell me what makes her so much better than me?
(What makes her so much better than me?)
What makes her just everything that I can never be?
(I can never be?)
Why is it always her? I'm the one who's cared about him all along. I've always been there no matter what and he left me to be with her. Did our friendship really mean nothing to him?
What makes her your every dream and fantasy?
Because I can remember when it,
was,
me.
And now you don't feel the same,
I remember,
You would shiver,
Every time I said your name.
You said nothing felt as good as when you gazed into my eyes,
Now you don't care I'm alive.
How did we let the fire die?
Rodrich, I miss you...