A/N: Hello~ So for a long time, I kinda left the Hetalia fandom (I got caught up in other fandoms instead), but lately I've been getting into it again (UsUk stuff, tbh), and now I'm getting the inspiration to write up another big story, like Regret. So uh… I hope whoever reads this will enjoy :)

It was all stupid. Pointless. Being a nation wasn't even worth the hard work anymore. That's what England was thinking, anyways. He remembers how it was in the beginning. It was easy, and he felt free. But now it's all just work, work, work: business trips to other countries, filling out paperwork, world meetings. On the rare occasions he had a few days off, it was filled with nothing but tea and boredom. There isn't much for him to do anymore. Everyone else in London just goes about their daily lives happily.

England, when he was a much younger nation, used to wish he could join the people of his land as a normal human. Unfortunately, he somehow always stuck out in one way or another. Although, over the years, especially his pirate years and the his time as an empire, he quite enjoyed being a nation, having power. But now that all of that's over, his life just seems dull and pointless. He's never understood his and the other nations' existences. What was the point of being alive?

Thoughts like these always circle his mind whenever he wakes up, whenever he's eating, and even when he's trying to fall asleep. They pester him constantly, even when he's doing work that'll benefit his country.

… His country…

Is it really his? Does he really want it to be his anymore? It is a rather beautiful country, he'll admit. He's proud of how well it has been through the years. But being proud isn't enough anymore.

He craves being a regular human: going to school, falling in love, herring a job, getting old with a spouse. It may seem simple, but to England it seems like heaven. But alas, the dream of him becoming one of the humans will never truly happen. He's stuck with the fate of being a nation; a personification of a country that now seems gray and boring.

If only there was something he could do… He's thought of magic, although there aren't any spells that could help him. Then again, is that a bad thing? Does he really want to leave behind the other nations? The only friends he has ever known?

Perhaps.

Maybe it'll be a chance to get some true enjoyment in his life. Just maybe. But how will he even start? Can he really just pack up his things and leave? Is it really that easy?

He wonders if any of the other nations desire the same thing he does. Maybe he could find out, and get some insight on the idea from them. Then again, maybe he's alone with this thought as well. He seems to always be alone.

I want to be someone...

He's tired of only being referred to as a nation, a personification, etc. He wants to be known as something more. Something that gives his life meaning.

Sitting there at his kitchen table, he makes a decision. He's sure it'll be the right thing to do. He's done with these thoughts plaguing his mind. It's time for him to do something, no matter how much it might affect anyone else.

Then again, would it actually affect anyone? There's only a few nations he considers his friends and vice versa. The others don't really give a damn about him, and he feels the same towards them as well. Maybe that can be his motivation. Living as a human… he'd be able to start anew. He'd be able to be someone.

He reaches into his pants pocket and takes out his phone. Hesitantly, he turns it on and finds France's contact number, calling him. He can feel his heart beating faster as the phone rings into his ear, waiting for France to pick up. France is the only one who knows about his need for being like a human. He never meant for France to find out, but he should've known it'd slip out sometime during their times at the pub.

"Hello? Angleterre?" a voice on the other end says. England gulps and sighs before answering, his hands feeling clammy all of a sudden.

"Francis, I…" He stops. For some reason, it's hard for him to get the words out. He had the words on the tip of his tongue, but now they've jumped into the back of his throat, unwilling to be released.

"Ohh, are you trying to confess your love to me, mon cher~?" France jokes, chuckling a little.

That brought England out of his trance, a frown making its way onto his face before a serious expression replaced it. "No! I… I think it is time, you know, for me to go…"

France is silent on the other end. England knows that France understands what he's trying to say. France has always known him best, even when they were younger.

He hears France clearing his throat on the other end of the phone. England once again feels anxious, hoping that France will be there for him instead of trying to change his mind. France has told him in the past that he doesn't completely agree with what England desires. But... he also said that if it's something that'll make him happy, he'll be there for him. That won't change, right?

"I see…" France finally speaks, and England feels a little at ease to hear his stupid French voice. "Well, it can't be helped, I suppose. What would you like me to do?"

A huge weight feels like it has been lifted off England's chest. He's happy that France ended up being on his side about this whole thing. He still feels kind of clammy, as if he might suddenly burst. He's trying to control his rampant emotions, trying to keep himself calm so that he can finish this conversation and get on with his plans. He begins pacing around the kitchen, taking deep breaths as he tries to find the words to explain his plan.

"I'm thinking about heading to Scotland if he'll let me stay there, and hopefully… come up with some kind of life to live and be happy." Again, there's silence on the other end. Although, this time England doesn't feel worried about it. He actually doesn't know what he feels. In a way, he feels happy, a bubble of excitement rising in his chest, since he knows that he's truly doing this. He's truly planning to do something useful with his life. He's not going to just be moping around thinking about what life could be like. He'll actually be living a life. Finally.

"All I need from you to do is not tell anybody where I am."