So I noticed there weren't any stories about Britain leaving the EU... Just to say, I wanted to write an angst fic. Please don't start flaming because there's a political opinion here, it just fit best with this.
"Today it was announced that Britain may be leaving the EU. Residents have been asked to vote on this massive decision that will surely impact our entire future..."
England sighed, turning off the TV and putting down the remote. He had not left his house for four days. His usual military attire was discarded in favour of comfy jeans and a shirt. He had masses of tea around him, and was adamantly ignoring his phone, which was on silent, as various countries called him one after the other. The had turned vibrate off as well, so it was silent in the house, save for England's breathing.
Unluckily, he looked at his phone when France was calling him. By reflex, he almost answered it.
"Black sheep of Europe! Black sheep of Europe!"
"England, just shut up OK?"
"You're only here because you were an empire."
"What do you want, thick eyebrows?"
"Go get a life!"
"Are you seriously going to eat all of that? Fatso..."
All of the hateful things the European countries had said to him came back like a fist in the face. He let out a shaky breath, grabbing his duvet and snuggling under it, hoping, rather childishly, it would block out the voices.
"Oh my god, he's seeing things again..."
"Old man!"
"Hey wanna hang? Actually no way! Eurgh."
"What relevance do you have in the world anymore, anyway?"
"We don't need you."
"No, you don't," England said to no one. "But I thought you wanted me." He continued ignoring his phone, taking out some paperwork and starting to read it. He switched a tiny lamp on, smiling as the sheet glowed.
Maybe there were good points to the EU. Maybe it was good for trade, finance, science.
But he hadn't eaten for 3 days. He had nearly bled to death trying to make his eyebrows thinner. He hadn't slept trying to 'get a life'. He hadn't attended any world meetings. He hadn't attended any EU meetings. No one knew where he was. He was becoming isolated again.
But if hurtful comments were the alternative to isolation...
Then maybe leaving the world behind was the best choice.
