I was doing a writing prompt earlier and this came out of it.
He hurts but after all he's been in pain for years. And what once was a screaming pain has become a dulling ache that refuses to go away. But it's not physical pain that lingers and keeps him awake at night. It's what's left of his heart. After countless of his younger siblings that he saw as children turned their backs on him. Arthur's heart finally couldn't take it anymore.
The nation allowed himself to waste away to practically nothing. His once shimming jade eyes have turned hallow and dark as he listens to the rain as it starts to fall gently outside his bedroom window. Slowly his head turns to watch it hit the window and a small smile grows on his face.
The rain always could bring him back to a happier time. When his little America and Canada would splash in puddles as they both gigged louder than the storm above them as he would watch from the porch. They always would race and dance in the cool summer rains until they would turn to him, "Arthur come on."
"Yeah come join us." They would laugh as they each would take a hand and lead him out into it.
They would return an hour later soaking wet but he didn't care. They were happy and so was he. But where had that all gone? He thinks as he inhales slowly as his bedroom door opens slowly.
"Arthur?"
England chuckles warmly as a single tear slides down his cheek not believing his ears. It lands on the pillow below as he finally speaks, "You know…I always loved the feel of the rain…"
"Yeah?" America quietly asks as he slowly takes a step in. He came as quickly as he could when he heard the news. "Arthur?" The younger nation asks after a moment of silence.
The rain outside quickens as America holds his older brother close to his chest. His own tears falling on England's serene face like the rain. "Me too Arthur…me too…"