My first Hetalia fanfic. I know this will suck this time. I KNOW IT. /sobs on a corner. Anyway, please review if you can. BTW, I TOTALLY, LIKE, OWN HETALIA - sarcasm. Seriously, I wish.

Green emerald eyes were staring straight at me.

I felt my heart skipped a beat.

What's wrong with me? I knew they were familiar, but then I remembered. Tears were falling down my face. I looked away from them. Why the hell am I crying? What are my eyes crying for? I don't want to remember those memories that hurt me so much. Stop it Ally. You're strong. You're a heroine right? Don't let that stupid past of yours with that stupid gigantic eyebrows let you down. You can take this Allison Jones. YOU ARE FUCKIN' STRONG. YOU WON'T LET HIM TAKE YOU DOWN.

Oh, why did you come back?

I knew those cerulean eyes I saw a moment ago were familiar. The eyes that was blue as the sky. And that honey blond hair and red clips. That brown leather bomber jacket. She's still wearing that? Wait—it is her! It's no mistake. And that feeling that I want to run up to her and hug her as tightly as I can, that feeling running through my mind, my skin...my heart. But I can't do that. I already hurt her enough. I don't want her to go through that again now that I'm around. I know she doesn't want me. And I already got someone so there's no way...

Bloody hell, now I feel like a fucking dumbass for coming back.