A/N: This is a fanfic that I felt like writing. Most chapters are going to be around 200-500 words.
Warning: Self harm and dark thoughts in this chapter.
England's P.O.V
People say the world is not black and white, but it's gray. I don't know what they mean by that. All I ever see is black and white. No gray what so ever.
I do things without experiencing it. Go through the motions without living it.
I truly envy humans. They live such short lives yet live it to the fullest. Trying to get as much out of life that they can.
But for me it's different. I've lived for over a thousand years. Watching as the world change and the people I come to care for die.
Being a country is nothing but a burden. Why do I even exist? I'm just the personification of a country. What's my purpose in life? Do I even have a purpose?
I wish I could just end it all. Life is nothing but a burden.
I look out the window as I think these things.
I can't be weak. I have to show how strong I am.
I look at the knife set that I rarely ever use. I never use it to cook. Everyone knows that I'm terrible cook.
I grab a knife and hold it up in the light. I smile as I see it shine. It was perfectly sharp and very clean.
I put it to my wrist and ever so slowly I slide it against my wrist. Making a decent sized cut.
I smiled. That was the first time I ever cut myself and I loved it. It shows just how strong I truly am.
I watch as the blood slowly drips onto the clean white tiles that was my kitchen floor. Yes, I truly am strong.
A/N: And that is the first chapter. That was the beginning of when England decided to self harm. Things like this probably won't happen much after this. This was just a glimpse into England's mind. See you next chapter.
I don't own Hetalia.