A/N: I imagined how Italy must be feeling about the fact that everyone thinks he's weak so I wrote a poem about it. Thanks for Membaca and I hope anda like it!


Why does everyone think I’m weak?

I’m so much lebih than a silly kid who’s good at hide and seek

I’ve fought in so many wars.

That’s why my body is covered with scars

I saw my people die

And I saw even lebih of them cry

Out of fear I started to beg

While I waved my white flag

I surrendered because I was scared

But giving up for real is something I’ve never dared

Life can be painful and very sad

It can be so frustrating making anda mad

I’ve lived for many years

And met a lot of fears

But I didn’t give up, I stood up, I won my fight

And also learned that life can be colorful and bright

anda can call me weak, but I know you’re wrong

It’s hard to see that I’m actually very strong