Just a couple of poems?

Okay. So, I wrote a couple of poems.

Each poem describes my favorite Hetalia characters. :3

Yeah, they're longish, but that's fine

Why are they afraid of me? [Russia's Poem]

Why are they scared of me?

So very, very scared.

All I do is try to be nice,

Though they just tremble in fear.

Is is my towering height,

Or my love of sunflowers?

But sunflowers are lovely~!

I don't understand how that could be scary.

Well, I did once scare that Latvian boy.

But yet, he had that coming.

I just don't see why

People could hate someone like me.

Yummy Italian Food [italy's Poem]

Pizza, Pasta! It's all so nice.

Delicious and yummy, I just can't have enough.

Macaroni, Spaghetti, Rotini, Fusilli.

All types of pasta, it's so hard to choose.

Hawaiian, Vegetarian, Deluxe, Hamburger.

What types of pizza do you like to eat?

Too bad my friend doesn't like them at all.

He likes sausages, though I don't see how he can.

If only he would try just one plate of linguini.

I Want to Make a Difference [sealand's Poem]

Why am I always ignored?

I want people to talk to me.

I tell them I want to matter.

To make a difference in life.

No matter how hard I try,

People just tell me;

"If you matter, people will bully you!"

And then laugh and walk away.

But I don't care if that's the truth.

Honestly, I don't.

I just want to tell people that;

"I'm Peter Kirkland, and I matter!"

Why me? [Canada's Poem]

Why do I have to look

Exactly like my brother?

Glasses, eyes, hair. It's all the same.

This wouldn't be so bad,

But nobody really likes him.

He bullies me, and laughs at them.

Oh, he's such a show-off!

People always think I'm him

And blame me for his faults.

Even my own polar bear can't tell

The difference between us two.

If my brother could just be nice for once

Then it wouldn't be so bad

When people mistake me as him.

I wouldn't have these cuts,

These bruises, or these scrapes.

Unfortunately, right now I'm stuck

Having a brother who

Thinks that he's so great.

Not the best, but what do you think?

Edit; Coding fail... twice. xD

Ahh Kris. xD Trust you to write hetalia based poems. Very good though.

GERWIUGFFGVRIUFRIUERWHFIEWHFIUDEW -Fangirl spazz-

-clears throat-

Anyways...These are good O: My favourite is Italy's...Probably because Italy's my favourite character and pasta's my favourite food...But yeah, they're all good 8D

...Poor Canada though D:

Why thank you, Grace.

And thanks, Ezzie.

I'd have to say that Sealand's my favorite.

Just because it's not funny, or not sad, or not strange.

It's just... normal. xD

Why Can't He Learn? [Germany's Poem]

Feliciano, Feliciano.

Why can't you learn?

Do those long hours of training

Mean nothing at all?

Kiku understands, so why don't you?

You just can't call for help

When your shoelace is untied.

Stop getting kidnapped

By the Allies, please.

Do you know how annoying it is

When you mistake Francis as a girl?

Just stop making pasta,

Just open your ears.

Sometimes I don't understand

How you could be related

To a once-powerful man.

Feliciano, Feliciano.

Why can't you learn?

^Dream on, Germany.

Very good though xD

Alright... in order they were wrote...

Aww, Russia is so lulzy~

LOL ITALY just like his character song.

Searaaaand ;o;

Canada bby it's okay <3

LOL GERMANY

Heeeeeeh. :'D

Germany's and Canada's are my favorites.

They're wondertastical. <3

I'll sum up Russia's with a bit of spam;;

KYIRVSTSEFVHTKOLKOLKOLDA♥! [/standsonastoolsothatshecouldhughim]

So. Grace is making me post these other Hetalia Poems I wrote.

...Not really. But she wants me to. xD

Yes, you exist, my friends [England]

My little green friend,

Why can't they see?

You exist, I do too.

I just don't know

Why they can't see you here.

You're green, you fly, you're a rabbit.

I don't see how

You're imaginary at all.

They think I'm crazy;

I talk to you.

They just can't see you,

It's like I'm talking to myself.

Yes, yes, my wonderful pals.

You are real, just like me.

And I was a girl? Chibitalia

I remember the day

I met Mr.Austria.

Pasta not served for me?

I wanted to cry.

His piano was so grand.

His music? So wonderful.

Listening to him play

Was just the best thing.

But the meals weren't enough,

I thought I would starve.

Holy Roman just tried to help,

But Mr.Austria wouldn't allow.

But that day when my voice changed

Was the worst day of all.

They thought I was a girl!?

Oh, no. I won't allow.

I just couldn't help it

Being the child I was.

Yep. England's is about his imaginary friends.

Chibitalia's describes it's self. xD

THE ENGLAND ONE IS AWESOME. Really.

It works because he's so schizophrenic and he's so mental <333

OMG CHIBITALIAAA

Although I'm not a Hetalia kind of person,

Kristin, you truly are talented. My favourite is Italy. <3