This is for a friend of mine who RPs England in Hetalia. I was inspired. Yup, no one will appreciate this unless they're actually within our "group of friends" who are crazy as hell over imaginative stuff like this. XD
I do not own Hetalia.
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She's there. I feel her.
I've always believed. I WAS the only one who believed. Magic, phenomena, miracles…
But why do I have to hide in this screen forever? Don't I have the right to make myself known?
I am the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland. I have a nation in what they call the 'real world'. It is out there. I believe in it. And I believe in her.
Yes, her. Bloody hell, why can't she see that I am alive in here? I can't see her, and them… but I believe they are real. They call themselves 'fangirls'. But, love, am I only a hallucination to you? A human-made character for entertainment? I don't think so. Gentlemen like me don't do such entertainment. It's you who keep on drawing us and writing improper stories about me and America. Add up the awkward scenes between me and France, too. You, ladies, should really keep your nose from bleeding over the stories you make.
And her… I've always believed in her. She isn't like any other 'fangirl'. She called herself the 'RP England', like bloody hell? Even though she is a lady, she claimed that she was me… and that we are one. I never saw her, but I' ve always heard her… I heard her because I believed. There WAS someone like me out there, but I never expected for that person to be in the opposite gender.
Time passed, and it's not like I care or anything, but… I've gotten pretty attached to her. She was like a female version of me… I heard her yell my name, I heard her say stuff that reminds me so much of myself… But I couldn't see her. Can she see me, too?
But, really… I'm real, too, right? I am… So why can't you see me as someone real just like you? You hear the word "England", you scream like a damsel in distress. You see my pictures, you blush. You yell my name 'til you lose your voice, you support me in everything…
"England, you and I… the United Kingdom."
Treat me as if I'm there. That I am not just what you call an 'anime', as Japan said. Because me, we the Nations, are here… but, it's kind of unfair, isn't it? I can't see you… but you can see me inside this pixelated wretched place. But you only see me as a figure, an image, and nothing more.
We live in different worlds. Yet, we're the same, right? You, a 'fan', who is impossibly like me, except you are a lady and is a happier person. Me, a lost soul of a Country, stuck within the computer screen.
Ancient Beings, fairies, genies… if you could hear me, please grant my wish.
Make me real… all for her. My other self…
I love her.