Title: Solitude; Only you, only true

Summary: Arthur is tired of being a nation. When his dark side, Britannia, comes back as always he's had enough. Uh... my summary sucks... USUK/UKUS. Warnings: angst, blood, attempted suicide, madness, possible typos/grammar fails. One-shot + epilogue.

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Tic toc tic toc...

Ticking on the wall, the clock made a small noise which broke the silence.

Well, at least the silence of the room.

The room was pretty small; there was a small bookshelf full of books which were old classics. In addition a brown closet covered the most of the room. It was next to the white door which was locked from the inside. Even though the door was locked, a man on a bed couldn't break himself free from the empty, hollow room. He had been laying on there for a while, around three days, he wasn't even sure anymore.

He was trying to be completely still, so that he couldn't hear anything except the clock.

Tic toc ti-

Suddenly he heard a voice. Well, not really suddenly; after all, he had heard it so many times already.

Are you still trying to keep up this act?

The voice was full of hatred, darkness and sadistic pleasure. The man knew he shouldn't listen to it. The voice was always saying horrible things.

You're pathetic.

Things he didn't want to hear.

You should know by now that you will always be alone.

Things which were true.

Alfred will never love you.

Things he knew already. Things he denied.

Isn't this all about him? Because you're still waiting for him?

Yes. Of course.

He's not coming and you know it.

'Nononononono... He's coming.. He has to! He'll always come for me...' He hide his face to his palms. The man's sandy, messy, blond hair went in his eyes but he didn't care.

You know there's only one thing for you to do.

The man's dull green eyes glanced at the bookshelf where was a small paper knife. He shook his head. "Why... would I do that? He..." '...he what? He promised me not to leave and still... That day...' The male started to question himself.

There's no one for you. Your brothers hate you so much they could die, your allies use you, not to mention several enemies and Alfred, the representation of the United States of America... he hates you the most after you-

"It wasn't me!", the man screamed. "It was you! Britannia! You're the one who made all those enemies!" Britannia, Arthur's aka the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland's, other self was always there. Britannia was his 'empire' self, the one who wanted to fight, hurt and destroy. Without him, Arthur was nothing. Still, Britannia liked to play with the Brit's mind when they were alone.

It wasn't only me. If you hadn't let me to control the body, it wouldn't have happened. Actually, if you had let me out before the Great Rebellion War, he wouldn't have left. You're too soft, even if it's me.

"Sh-shut up! If I hadn't stopped you, he could have died!" Ah. Arthur's voice was shaking along with his body. Even though he wanted, he couldn't even cry. He was too tired.

Tic toc tic toc...

Silence. Britannia didn't answer but that didn't mean he had left.

Tic toc tic toc...

The green eyes searched for Britannia even though he couldn't see him. Arthur was holding his breath unconsciously and waited for the agonizing, honest words.

Tic toc tic toc...

But they never came. The British nation finally was able to breathe. 'I was waiting for more pain to come... When did I become a masochist?', he asked for himself rhetorically even though he knew the answer. "After the rebellion, after my breakdown." Yes, The male knew he wasn't okay, but more importantly; he didn't care anymore.

"Ha... Ha ha", the isolated man started laughing hysterically. "It's been over a century and Alfred hasn't still come back... Ha ha..." His green, dead eyes widened and the voice level of his laugh rose.

"He'll not come back... The other me was almost always right... about everything..." He took the blade from the shelf. It wasn't too sharp but enough to kill.

Arthur took the knife and touched his neck hard enough to get himself bleed. Then he pull it away. "I don't want these feelings..." 'I didn't ask to be an empire, it was your doing.'

Tic toc tic toc...

'I didn't want to fight, conquer new colonies and hurt people'

Tic toc tic toc...

He brought the knife closer to his neck again, this time closer.

"I didn't ask this life style. For once I started to listen to myself, not Britannia and what happened: Germany and his allies will declare a war..." He let out a dry laugh.

Tic toc tic toc...

After the small pause, he continued. "You do hear me, don't you, Britannia. I hope you do because I've got something to say you." The knife was only inches apart from his skin. His face was neutral, he was too used to the pain and wars to be afraid of death.

"When you called me pathetic... Do you really think you, of all people, can say that? I've always been able to control you when I've wanted to, so which one of us is the pathetic?"

He waited for an angry comment, but nothing came.

"Secondly; I'll be alone? I've been alone all along so I'm already used to it."

This time he didn't even waited for response, because he knew there wasn't going to be any.

"Thirdly? Alfred? I know my feelings are one-sided. What about it? Should I cry about it like some depressed schoolgirl?"

Are you saying you want to live in a world like this? Where no one cares about you?

The voice was finally back. Arthur sighed from relief. He was sicked of being ignored, being alone.

"No, I didn't say so. I'm telling I have no ties in this place."

'I always knew how I wanted to disappear from this world; leaving no trace or sorrow. This is better this way.'

Arthur finally closed the distance between his skin and blade. The blade dug its way further to flesh and hit a bone. The red liquid painted the blue carpet and it was spinning in Arthur's head before he collapsed on the floor.

'If I die... You'll die with me Britannia... We both won't be alone again...'

The dull green eyes changed even more lifeless than before and after a few seconds, the man's vision blanked. The only sound that was left from the room was from the old clock.

Tic toc tic toc...

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Uh... so this is one-shot. If you want Artie to die, don't read the epilogue. Srsly.

I kind of thought I could leave it like this but I'm afraid of ninja-fangirls who'll kill me while I'm asleep.

Hope I didn't fail that much ^^' Actually I think I'm better at writing of feelings than writing action but I love adventure fics : D

Uh... This is based on WWI if you didn't catch it... It was the first time in centuries the UK and the US's politics met since revolutionary war. WWs were also when British empire disappeared, so...

I just did it because I was bored, tired and angsty... plus the Net didn't work then. Yup, that's the biggest reason. The Great Internet Explosion makes me really depressed... Maybe I should get a life... Nah.

Oh, and I'm probably going to write a different fic where's Britannia but he's not the evil side of him so...

Is it wrong to say that writing angsty is fun? It is? Oh, well :3

Reasons for this fic:

a) I had a drama class where's a teacher who likes angsty plays.

b) I had kinda bad day.

c) I read so much angsty fics.

d) The Net was broken.

Oh, the title is from Evanescence's 'Solitude'. It fits in Iggy so much... Lovely song, maybe one of the best ones I've ever heard... I could have also used Evanescence and Seether's 'Broken' but it's more of a USUK song... So it's better for epilogue.