The date was the 4th of July, commonly known in today's society as legal celebration of the American revolutionary war, the day America gained his independence, a day that one Arthur Kirkland re-lives every time he sleeps. Ever since that day, that war the older blonde has been wearing a mask, trying to trick himself and others that he is 'ok'. A lot of people believe his fake joy and anger when inside he is breaking. Every night those scenes play through his head, the hurtful words playing over and over like a broken record.

: Dream:

The only nature you could see was a dark field, as rain clouds denied the suns light any passage to the land bellow, surrounded by ruined trees and trampled grass. Rain cascaded down on man and land alike, washing away the spilled blood on the cold ground. The sight of two men facing one another on the battle field, this was the fight they had been patiently awaiting, a fight for freedom, for equality and for honour. One young man, dressed in blue, his head held high as he stood in front of many others, just like him they stood their ground waiting for the order of attack. The other man, in a coat of red, stood alone. A heated glare graced his face, as he looked towards the man in front of him. His eyes held many emotions; anger, pain, confusion, hurt. But not one of these emotions affected his face, keeping his 'mask' in place he, like the others waited.

"All I want is my freedom!"

"I won't allow it!" both men charge at one another, red and blue coats flowing behind them, muskets in hand. In the middle their weapons met, the man in blue guarding whilst the other attacks, leaving a scratch on the others handle. The sheer force of the attack causes the man in blue to become disarmed making it an easy kill for the man in red, if he was willing to go in for the kill.

The man in red raised his weapon towards the others throat just as the man in blue began to speak, determination swimming in his eyes.

"Do it England just does it... because I won't stop until I become free of your grasp... DO IT" he shouted looking directly into the smaller mans eyes, encouraging him to kill him. That was it, the one now identified as England couldn't take it anymore, as his legs gave way underneath him causing him to fall to the ground.

"I...I CAN'T DO IT... I just can't" England shouted as he silently cried, tears blending into the rain. The surrounding crowd were shocked as they witnessed the 'great' Arthur Kirkland fall to the ground, broken. Before the blue man turned and walked away he asked the question many people were thinking.

"What happened to you... you used to be so...Big?" Just that question alone was more than England could take, shattering what was left of his stotic mask he fell to the cold wet ground, broken, curling into a ball of misery, hiding his face from the surrounding people as the cries of 'freedom' fall onto his deaf ears. Alone. He was all alone again.

: End of Dream:

The Frightened green eyes that belonged to a young Arthur Kirkland, flash open, searching the area to find the smallest of hints, the slightest bit of hope that the nightmare was over. Relief filled the frightened eyes as they recognized that the torment was over, they weren't on a battle field they were in their cosy bed room. The room was simple, plain even, the whole room consisted of a dark brown night stand, a creamy dyed lamp due to the nicotine that had once filled the room and a wardrobe (the essentials for a bed room) also it had a single window looking over the back yard and the forest standing strong next to it. You see Arthur proffered to live somewhere close to the woods due to the fact he believes he can see mythical creatures such as fairies and unicorns, and since everyone knows mystical creatures like to be able to hide from people they don't trust ,such as Arthurs rival Francis, he opted to live near the woods. The dark forest provides great protection should he wish to disappear for a while, nobody but his older brothers could find him when he hid in the forest. But now back to Arthur, who was sat on his bed hair flattened against his face and tears threatening to fall from his usually vibrant eyes, like it was every morning, his unmistakeable thick eyebrows still intact. Jolting from his spot on the bed he forced his legs to hang over the edge as he braced himself to get ready for the day's activities. Glancing at his clock he saw the time was 5am, leaving him 5 hours to get to the conference room in London for today's meeting with the other countries, everyone was supposed to be there today meaning his brothers were going to be there today as well as they had suddenly decided that they wanted to go as the full UNITED KINGDOM a title that England had clung onto for many years. Sighing he got out of bed heading to the bathroom to have a shower and get dressed in his usual meeting uniform (His green blazer with a brown leather strap going diagonally across his chest connecting to his belt, white blouse, black tie, long green trousers and brown boots).

Making his way down the creaky stairs the blond man grabbed his long black coat and dark green gloves heading out of the door he turned around and shouted his farewells over his shoulder not really expecting an answer, there never was anymore... he was alone now. Locking the door behind him, Arthur began his long trek towards London, about an hour's walk from here, looking at his old fashioned pocket watch he still had 4 hours left before the meeting started, quickening his pace he made his way there. His mind kept flashing back to that dream, as if reminding him that he was all alone, even flying mint bunny doesn't live with him at the moment he wanted to live in the woods for a bit as he missed his friends and family, who was Arthur to stop him?

Stopping at the start of a busy road Arthur decided to pay attention to where he was going for a bit so as not to get run over by any cars, he didn't want to cause a mess. Looking around he began to cross the road, making sure he wasn't in the way of any cars; he made a sprint to the other side of the road. Looking at his pocket watch once again Arthur discovered had been walking for 50 minutes glancing up ahead of him he could see the building that the meeting was being held in, starting his walk again he prepared himself for what was going to happen, he was going to have to be really convincing today so as his brothers wouldn't notice that he was slowly spiralling into a deep depression, once again. Arthur had known men who had been caught by Mr. Depression, he could pin point the signs and he could also tell you how long someone had been in the spiral. Shaking his head the blond once again quickened his pace trying to reach the building quickly so he could be properly settled and get all of his emotions in check before America and France entered the room.