kittymaniac

Disclaimer: I don’t own Hetalia or any of its characters nor do I own you. A/n: in case you don’t know (s/c) = skin color, (e/c)=eye color, (h/c)= hair color, (y/h)= your height, also I will be switching P.O.V.s throughout the whole story. Please understand that this is my first reader insert, so I’m sorry if it sucks or if it’s too OOC. The characters in this story are regular humans not countries. Another thing, I don't know Italian so I'll be using Google translate but feel free to correct any of my mistakes Italian or English, i accept constructive criticism . Readers P.O.V.         (Name) si

Sometimes when i look up at the pitch black sky i notice the white bright rock floating in the air, but is it really there. It seams more like a picture, where someone just painted it for there own joy and amusement, but if it disappesred, if it was destroyed. Would anyone care? Would it really matter if that big bright light, which always made you smile, ran away forever. Leaving you with an empty feeling, wishing to be filled again