Can't Feel - seaofinferno

Rated: M, sort of, some parts, T, ya' know, Language n' stuff

Characters: England, America

Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort

Summary:

Nowadays I don't feel anything. No pain, no happiness, no nothing. Some would find that, as a gift,

but, it's much worse than that. No one will ever understand, and no one will save me from the numbness.

Rated T/M. Language, Attempted Suicide, all that angst-stuff.

I do not own anything that has to do with this, except well, this story itself. Now, I would give you a fully intact lecture about this, but, time is money! Enjoy the story….. :)

"Living is Dying, and Dying, is Living," - Anonymous

Chapter 1: Nothing

England's POV

I looked outside, at the fast, cold darts of rain. These days, it's constantly been raining, here in London. Sure, I've

gotten used to it by now, but it doesn't help me one bit. I don't know why, and I'm not even going to try to find out, why, but, I feel empty. God knows why, but, it feels, like, everything about the world, is wrong, cold, and full of hate. And whenever, I even try to push these numb thoughts away, they come back, haunting, hovering above my head, never missing a chance, to break apart my mind. Greetings. My name, is Arthur Kirkland, 23 years old, and, as said, in a great state of depression. Or, so everyone says, I am… As you may of recently noticed, I see the world in grey, and can never get my mind to think straight. Every since the Revolutionary War, I've been feeling, depressed. But, being the person I am, or, well, country, I hid that unhappiness, from everyone. No one knew, but me. But, things have changed. More wars have been fought, and more lives, lost. My country, used to rule the world, but now, it is back, to the state, of weakness. But, I was young and strong then, who knows what I did, to become that powerful. I yearn for my pirate days, back, when I ruled the seas, feared by the greatest, and hailed by my people.

But, there's nothing exciting now. Just rain, rain, and more rain…

I snatched the remote control from my stained coffee table, not noticing, that the rain had ceased it's down pour, and formed a peaceful state of rainbows. I flicked on the television, not really caring what was on. I was just trying to keep my mind, off, of, the loss. Yeah yeah, I know, I must sound like a total drama queen, but, theres one nick in the rope. This was no set, full of fancy cameras, and hair spray. No, this was life.

OOOOOOOOOOOOO

I bet, based on what you've heard of me, your probably thinking, that, I had a terrible childhood, full of abuse, and a cursed family. Yeah, well, guess what. That's not true. Well, my 4 other brothers, I guess you could call them cursed. There all so annoying, and at times, so rude, that I cannot even talk about the style of their actions! My family, per say, are completely fine. Fights did appear commonly, but nothing serious. We fought, more about, who would get the last scone, or, whose sock was which. But, that's it. I seriously, don't know what to do. I don't see any point of any way, of why or how I should live. Is there, anything thad will make my life any more of a living hell?

Yeah yeah, I know, an extremely short CHAPTER! But oh well! See ya'!