My life was going so well...well that is until I died. It was an accident really, I was walking down the street when a car suddenly lost control and guess who was lucky enough to get trapped under it? Cookies for you if your guessed is me! Anyway, it wasn't a quick death, I laid there watching people pull me out from under the car and try to save me, but I know it's already too late. I lost too much blood and I'm pretty sure most of my organs were crushed. I watched people working hard to give me a few more minutes of life as I close my eyes for the last time and let the darkness take me.
I don't know what happens after death but I definitely did not expect this, when I open my eyes again but instead of the white walls of the hospital room, burning hot flames of hell or even the golden gates to heaven, I saw trees. Bloody fucking trees. You can understand how confused I was, one minute I was dying and the next I'm in some kind of forest. I stood up and was surprised when I looked down to see my body, you would be too if you are an adult who suddenly woke up in a child's body, after pinching myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming, I started walking around, no point in staying at one place.
I have no idea how many days I've been wondering around alone, but I've learned two things, first I am now a boy and secondly it seems that I can use magic, I found that out on the first day when I tried to start a fire to keep me warm through the night, didn't work seeing as I don't know how to do it, I was cold, hungry and frustrated, I threw the sticks I was using and just glare at them as I feel anger boiling in me and surprised surprised, the sticks and dry leaf have caught on fire, I've been testing the limits of my magic ever since. It was fun and I was getting used to being alone, I found some edible berries on my third day, but of course all good things must come to an end.
They found me. They being my new...brothers...truthfully they scare me, especially the red haired one, but I finally learned my name...England...I'm bloody England. Somehow I went back in time or into another world and ended up as the embodiment of England. I was both excited and scared, England is one of the few countries that I am interested in but knowing what I know about his history scares me, not only because I know what will happen but also...because knowing myself, I won't want to change it, there was many terrible things that happened but that's what makes England the England I love and I don't think I'll have the heart to change that, but I'm getting too ahead of myself, who knows, maybe I'll change my mind after I've lived through some of his history.