"Life is cruel"
The news came in a tightly sealed envelope. The contents was no more than a few leaves of papers, if he hadn't been hopeful, he would have probably left it in the mailbox to open for another day.
It had all started with a hacking fit of coughs. His body had convulsed with each wheeze and he winced when he could taste his own blood in his mouth. It was followed suit by an inconsistent fever that flicked on and off like switches on a dashboard. Then there were the random stabs of pain that seared holes right through him; figuratively speaking of course.
He had looked up the economy of his country, counted his population and he came upon the conclusion of the inevitable.
Ha could feel it eating away at him, the changes were frightening. Everyday the news headlines scream of yet another thousands of deaths. It was pointless to maintain a country at such a state. Being an old nation himself, he understood the patterns. Simply put; he had seen it all.
And now he was experiencing it all.
He gingerly broke the seal on the envelope. Bracing himself for the bad news, he unfolded the flimsy pieces of papers. There it was in black and white. His blood unit count had dropped again, another sign of his weakening body, a sign of a dying immunity system. He grimaced.
Not much longer now, he thought. He knew and of course he understood.
"Life is cruel," Spain spoke despondently to no one in particular. A bitter laugh escapes his lips as he thought about those he'd leave behind. It was almost the end of his journey. He had served this world for many years; perhaps it was time for him to go.
Yet there were still some things that had to be done. Spain folded the letter carefully and placed it back into the envelope. Maybe it was time he started dismissing some of his workers.
A/N: These are short chapters to one whole story. Inspired by Queen's Las Palabras De Amor. (: Enjoy~