Heeeeyyyy! Soo I'm super sorry that I haven't updated a while and I know I should be working on Hero Complex but I've hit a giant writers block. Sooo how to get over that? Wrote another story of course! XD I hope you all like it and I'm not planning for this to be a 2 chapter thing by the way...so fav and vote! Tell me if I messed anything up too. That's always appreciated!
I DO NOT OWN HETALIA! If I did horrible things would happen...
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Chapter 1
A quiet sobbing was emitting from a lonely house in the English countryside. It had been going on for three straight hours now. A bottle of whiskey was quickly downed and chucked across the room resonating a crash of shattering glass across the old house. Another bottle was opened and the owner collapsed in a crying mess on the ground.
" I give up!" A puffy eyed Brit screamed. He threw the now empty bottle at the wall. " It's no use! Everything I do ends up horribly wrong!" he slowly got to his feet. The room started to spin and his legs were wobbly. He stumbled and hit the wall. One hand slowly raised and he steadied himself. He walked to the stairs, barely able to walk in a straight line, and started to climb to the second floor where his bedroom lay.
" I'm the United bloody Kingdom and I'm a total failure!" he yelled at no one in particular. He reaches the top floor and tried to pry his door open, having trouble with the doorknob at first. As he stumbled into his room he fell heavily onto his bed. Staying still a few minutes to let the coldness wash over him, he finally turned over on his side only to be met with a picture of America. He picked up his pillow and swung. The picture and everything else flying off onto the floor only to crack. England pulled the pillow back up over his eyes, blocking out the world. New tears made their way into his eyes.
" No one would ever stay with me or love me! I'm a horrid drunk, abusive, ugly, a loner, and a bad cook. They all probably think I'm a loony too! Don't they?... It doesn't matter now though. Everyone has already left me anyways..." Tears made there way down his cheeks. The bed sheets and pillow observing them.
Suddenly England was up on his feet. Walking through broken glass and stepping over discarded cans. He threw open the dresser and searched throughout the clothing. He finally pulled out a book from the back. Not caring to pick up the hazardly thrown clothes he flipped through the pages rapidly. Finally stopping on a page a sad smile graced his lips.
" Well... I guess I'll just get rid of the root of the problem...me. Now no one will have to deal with me ever again." A few tears slowly dropped onto the old books pages.
He set down on his bed and carefully put down the book. England grabbed a pen and notebook from the bedside table and scribbled down an apology to everyone for anything he had caused, and he promised he would never come back.
He stood up and prepared himself for what he was about to do.
England opened his mouth and a stream of an ancient words that only he knew were said. A bright glow surrounded England and his entire being before he vanished into thin air.
Then everything was silent.
And England was no more...
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So how'd you like it? Should I scrap it or keep going? This story is based off of a dream I had...anyways I'll try my best to keep up on Hero Complex! Vote and Fav! Leave comments! And don't be shy to help me out with my grammar mistakes! Love ya lots!
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