This honestly comes from nowhere. A quick thing I just wanted to write~

My name is Arthur Kirkland, I am England. I've been through trials, I've climbed up mountains to win my victory. You would think over years of bloodshed and war I would somehow find a happy ending. Well, would you like to know what I got from all of it, missery. No happy endings, no great ending result. When you finally come into realization to this you learn many things. That's what I found out last night.

It doesn't matter who I befriend, who I let even my own sliver of emotion come out on they always end up bloody hurting me. I suppose that's just how it is though? It's been like that my whole life. It all started with America and his way of drawing me in. Making me feel important and as if..I was strong in this world. I remember exactly how America made me feel. He made me stronger and even on my darkest day his childish smile would brighten up my day.

Then it all ended, America left me. I began to feel something for him, for his bright blue eyes and his...ugh! Enough England. Point taken, he wanted to leave and even when I could have shot him, I just..couldn't. My feelings got in the way. I remember falling, my sore knees hitting the cold and univited mud. I broke down, which was against everything I believed in. That moment, the moment I felt the tears coming down my face from loosing America, I decided I was done with feeling. I was done with emotion.

Time went by, America grew more and more into the most ridiculous nation and even then my feelings sat on the side waiting to go into my life again. Each night nightmares would haunt me and soon the only comfort I could find was the strange and alluring magical world that my mind could escape too. That was until I began to develop friendships.

So stupid on my part. I let America in, and I even began to let Japan in. With each conversation I had with them I felt somewhat better. I felt as if the world had actually changed somewhat. That was until last night.

America betrayed me, left me once again! AGAIN! I would have let them live in peace. I realized what was going on between those two the moment I walked through the door and as the words came out of America's mouth it felt as if a plate was shattered in brain. I wanted to leave, I wasn't going to yell or scream. I was the gentleman. I left and even when I could hear America's confused voice behind me I just wanted to be left alone.

Perhaps Romano was who? Who could love me? Who could...care about me. Yes, yes...Romano stuck up for me. He told America everything I had ever felt over the years and yet, I still wanted to run. I wanted to run away from the emotions, from the voices, and block it all out with the sweet alchohol.

As luck would have it though once I got to the bar, Frog was there. As much as it infuriated me to no ends that he comforted me for those few seconds I felt okay also. The comforting feeling of him was enough to keep the tears in. No! How dare he?! How dare France act as if he cares! He sided with America so many years ago! He betrayed me too!

...but still, even as the alcohol took over and I felt myself look into to the bright light for the last time I felt somewhat okay. God, England...why do you invite the feelings in? They only end up hurting you. Only hurting you. So even now, while I lay in my bed contimplating on how to deal with this situation I know exactly what must be done.

My name is Arthur Kirkland, I am England. I am also the man with no emotion.

Oh, yes. This is based off of a roleplay between friends and I.