Well, here's something a bit different... A Hetalia one shot~
This is a test run of sorts for my OC, Kayleigh (aka Ireland). This is the first time she's ever had her very own written piece!
So, please enjoy~

Kayleigh stood outside Arthur's office door, just staring the piece of wood down. Usually, she would have just burst in there like it was no ones business, but this was one of the rare occasions she figured she should knock. She needed to be careful, because she was going to be covering a touchy subject, one that Arthur would NOT be happy about.

She lightly knocked on the door, waiting for Arthur's response. It came quickly, a to the point 'Who is it?'. Kayleigh peeked her head inside the door, and Arthur looked up to see the Irish woman's freckled face.

"Oh, Kayleigh, it's you, what do you need?" he asked, looking back down to his papers. He didn't expected it to be anything that important, Kayleigh had a tendency to interrupt him.

"I just need to talk to you about something," her voice was softer then usual, and that made Arthur look back up at her again. He nodded to a chair, letting her know it was alright to sit. She did so, and took a deep breath, wondering how she was going to say this.

"Arthur... I want to become my own country," she stated bluntly, figuring it would not be any good to scoot around the subject. Arthur's eyes widened,

"W-What did you say?"

"I want my independence, Arthur!" she repeated herself, voice becoming more assertive, "I don't want to be treated like a child anymore. I want to make my own decisions. It's high time I'm in control of myself."

"No," Arthur answered simply.

"What do you mean no?" Kayleigh's calm demeanor was immediately replaced by angry, fire lighting up her eyes, "Arthur, I want to make my own way of life."

"No, you live in my house, under my orders, and I say no."

"You can't control me, you bastard!" Kayleigh roared, standing up, slamming her fists on the table, "I'm old enough to leave this hell hole of a home! Do you realize how many of my people have starved? How many have died? How many more will probably die if everything continues on as it is?"

"Of course I understand!" he countered, "But you're much too young to go out on your own! Do you see how irresponsible you're being!"

"I'm the one being irresponsible? You're the one who doesn't want me to leave just because you have abandonment issues! It's like Alfred all over again, isn't it? Are you going to wage a war on me too?"

"If it comes to that," he replied, inwardly hurt by that comment. Kayleigh always knew what to say to make someone feel bad about themselves. It was one of her many gifts.

"Fine then," she turned her back on him, heading for the door, "I hope you're ready too fight a long war Arthur... Because I'm never going to give up..." And with that, she left. She packed up her things, and got ready for battle... She would win this, she knew it! Or, at least, she hoped.
Arthur sat alone in his study, the screams still seemed to bounce off the walls. He put his head in his hands...

"Why'd it have to come to this?" he questioned to himself. Why did it seem the people closest to him always leave?