Wassup, guys? I'm back with a new story! Inspired by "Thanks For the Memories" by Fall Out Boy…For some reason, I can't really stand writing chapters that are really long…ergh, I'm so lazy…
"Wh-who are you..?"
Those same words replayed over and over in his head. 'He doesn't remember me…Humph, who would want to? This is for the best…for the best…Right…It's all for the best…' He just felt so weak, as if he had no meaning, nothing to live for…The Englishman sobbed soundlessly at the realization of this.
It felt as if his soul had just…abandoned him, left him to fend for himself, a broken shell filled with nothing but anguish. And it seemed like his soul wouldn't be coming back for a long time.
…If it ever came back at all, anyway.
Keep telling yourself that.
Arthur stared quietly and blankly at his reflection, his eyes dulled from his despair.
Pathetic, that's what you are. Who would want to remember someone like you?
He kept looking, listening to the image that was himself…or so it seemed. "…" 'I can't speak…why? …Who would listen to my words?'
Speechless are we? Well, no matter. No one would listen anyway. Not even the gods.
The Englishman flinched at those harsh, unforgiving words. Now it felt like he was continually being ripped at the edges, like paper. Wet paper. Such a fitting punishment for someone like him. To be tormented by one's own reflection for the rest of eternity, that was his penalty for his sins. He deserved it more than anyone.
"Who are you? D-don't come near me!"
"Alfred, I'm only trying to-,"
"To what, hurt me? And how do you know my name? Get away from me you freak!"
Freak…
The mirror image cackled. You truly are a fool, pet. I warned you, but did you listen like the good little whore that you should be? No. And now look at you, pathetic! It spat in Arthur's face angrily.
"Are you sure about this, Arthur? You don't seem stable."
"I'm FINE. I can handle my own, you know. I'm not a weakling like you claim me to be."
"One day you will eat your words, Arthur. Attempting relationships will only tear you apart slowly…"
"Stop worrying."
Arthur remembered those words as it they were branded into his mind. 'He's right…' He thought forlornly. 'He's always right…'
Submit, Arthur. I will make it all go away, as if those pains had never happened in the first place…I will make you strong again…All you have to do is submit to my will…The mirror image grinned maliciously. Come back to me, pet. Come home with me…back to your world…our world. Where no one can rip your heart from your chest…
'Yes…' Arthur muttered numbly. Anything to escape the torment…those looks of disgust…and especially …Alfred. He couldn't stand to see the American in so much fear and loathing. And all of it was because of him…'Arthur, the Great Idiot'…
Come to me…
'It's for the best…' It's for his happiness…
Come home…
'Right…' Leave everything behind for him…
We miss you dearly…Come back home…
'It's not like anyone else would miss me…' I can't stand looking at those eyes…
Come back home, where it's safe…
'I'm coming home…' It hurts…
Arthur's heart clenched painfully as he approached the mirror. Funny, he never noticed that his heart was still there. Nevertheless, the Brit slowly advanced towards the image. It was smiling warmly at him. Oh, how Arthur longed to see someone smiling at him…even if it did look exactly like himself.
"I want to go home…"
Good… That smile never faltered.
Neither did the pain. It only grew worse as Arthur stepped closer to the mirror. Tears pricked at the corners of his dull, emerald eyes. "Why does it still hurt?" he whimpered mutely.
Do not worry, it will all disappear once you come back home…All of your fears, worries, everything. Come back home, pet. We are waiting for you, everyone is… Oh how those words rolled off its tongue like sweet, sweet, poisonous honey. Arthur couldn't get enough of it.
Arthur finally reached the mirror. 'No one will miss me. It's a win-win situation…everyone will be so happy when I'm gone…The world will finally become peaceful again, and Alfred…' his heart tightened at the name, "He can live happily ever after…" His voice was very soft, as if he were revealing a deep, dark secret. The dam of tears and emotions finally spilled through him, his mind overflowing with despair and hopelessness. The Englishman cried soundlessly, his shoulders slouching at his heavy burden.
Come home, Arthur. The image held out its hand to the crying Brit. We hate seeing you like this. Come home.
Arthur took its hand into his own.
Several days later, the alarm for a missing country went off. Life couldn't get any better than this.
Yaayyy. -Hands out cheese-
