PharaohYami

____________________________________ Been traveling in packs that I can't carry anymore Been waiting for somebody else to carry me There's nothing else there for me at my door All the people I know aren't who they used to be And if I try to change my life one more day There would be nobody else to save And I can't change into a person I don't wanna be, so Oh, it's Saturday night, yeah . -Say Amen, Panic! at the Disco ____________________________________ -(Corrupted Country’s) POV- I’ve been planning for all this time. I’ve gained their trust and now it’s time. It’s time for all of this to finally end. Finally. That stupid Italian brat has tried so hard to win, but now it’s time for him to reach his end. Along with the rest of his idiotic friends. The Prussian is the only one who finds me suspicious, I can tell by the way he talks to me. The way he avoids me. He knows I’m not who I say I am. They came so close, unfortunately for them they’ll never know just how close they

____________________________ In sleep he sang to me, In dreams he came. That voice which calls to me, And speaks my name. And do I dream again? For now I find, The phantom of the opera is there. Inside my mind. - The Phantom of the opera _____________________________ A day had passed since I was imprisoned. They kept their word about someone coming to check on me every hour, and of course only being fed twice a day. Bread and soup. I somehow had the feeling that the one behind the choice of my meals was Germany. He’s too good at being a warden, I almost can’t help but feel like this had happened to him at one point. “Do you just intend on sitting here and feeling sorry for yourself, (Country)?” A voice asked. I looked up, no one was in the room in front of me. I took a deep breath and built up the courage to look behind me. Sure enough, to no surprise, It was there. “We made a deal, remember?” “Of course, why the hell do you think I’m stuck in this shit hole!” I