I am depressed. Even now, I am trying hard not to cry in sheer frustration. Well, when a writer is depressed, s/he writes. After all...

"A writer is nothing without the strongest of emotions that wills him to write. May it be love, anger or sadness, it is a writer's talent to turn these feelings into words, creating a wondrous story carrying these feelings and presenting it to its readers, the emotions raw and heartfelt, but often wearing a mask of illusion."

Quoted from... well, actually, I made it up... sort of. So anyway, I'm just writing whatever comes into my mind right now, which is really confusing for me because in my head there's always this one word repeating over and over again like background music. really depressing background music.

So here you go.

Disclaimer. I disclaim this.

Arthur Kirkland did not know why he even stopped by the damn door. He should have just passed by and eventually get to the elevator, going back to his room after having to walk eight bloody flights of stairs. For some reason, this five star hotel he was staying in during that particular meeting had a problem concerning the elevators, and they weren't sure when the damn contraptions would be working again. Most of the nations just complained and stayed in the lobby for further announcements, like the desk clerk advised, but not Mr. Arthur Kirkland. No sir, he would not spend who knows how long in the lobby with those idiotic fools.

Just as he got to the eight floor, however, the announcement about the elevators working again came out, and Arthur would've ran to the elevator if he wasn't so damn tired. He passed by a couple of rooms before he heard a strange sound from one of the doors. He stopped, and slightly leaned closer to listen. He swore he could hear slight sobbing coming from inside, and hushed voices.

Turn around, Arthur. The nation told himself. This is not your business.

But his feet stayed glued to the carpeted floor, and he leaned just a little bit closer to listen.

"What am I supposed to do?" a feminine voice sobbed", I don't even know why this happened! I can't go home like this!"

"Don't worry, mon ami," Arthur recognized France's voice, but it was surprisingly... innocent", We're here to help you! We'll find out who did this, and we'll fix everything! Even if I have to go and talk to Mr. eyebrows myself."

Arthur frowned, but kept himself from moving.

"Si, mi amigo," it sounded like Spain", France is right! It's probably Inglaterra messing up some spell again, so it should be fixed in no time!"

England had to keep himself from growling.

"No, it can't be him," the voice said quietly", I mean, I don't think it's him..."

"Why not, Gilbert?" France asked, confusing England. Since when did Gilbert sound so feminine?

"Well, if it was him, most of the other nations- or micronations, would be like this too," whoever said it didn't sound like Gilbert at all",Mein Gott I don't even sound like myself anymore! I don't even feel like saying awesome or something!" and she- England decided it's a she- broke down into sobs again. It saddened England and made him forget the insult just given.

"Shh, it's alright," Spain soothed", It's alright. We'll fix this. You have to get yourself together."

"I'm trying okay?!" she tried to sound irritated, but it was hard with all the sobbing she was doing.

Deciding he couldn't keep his curiosity at bay any longer, England stood up straight and reached for the door knob. Just as he got hold of it, though, he hesitated.

"Who's there?" France said sharply, and England realized that it was too late to back out.

He cleared his throat before opening the door and saying", Pardon me, but I heard sobbing in the halls and I just- oh..."

"D-don't look at me!" what seemed to be a female version of Prussia dove under the covers, but she only succeeded in hiding her head. her long messy, silver hair was still visible, and did nothing to hide her small stature. She wore nothing but a pair of loose boxers and an over sized jacket. Sitting on each side of her were Spain and France, who both glared at him.

England cleared his throat again", I'm sorry but... what happened to him... her?" he asked.

"We were hoping you could tell us, Angleterre," France said, standing up and crossing his arms over his chest", We found our friend like this hours after the meeting, and we have reason to think it was you responsible."

"Why, I'd never!" England said, outraged", I would never do such an idiotic spell, and I have no reason to. I spent the time from after the meeting until now running up eight flights of bloody stairs!"

"If it wasn't you, then who else could it be?" Spain asked.

"There are many other magic using countries out there!" England huffed", Clearly you've never been to Africa or Asia. And I doubt if it's even a nation who did this."

"N-no way!" Prussia sat up, a look of horror on her face", It can't be human! Why would a human do this anyway?"

"hell if I know," England said, coming inside the room and closing the door", But I can still feel slight traces of magic about. The spell must've been done recently..."

"Forgive me, Angleterre,"France said", but I seem to be missing something here. How do you know it's a human and what are you blabbing about?"

"It's kind of hard to explain to imbeciles like you," England said", but it has something to do with magic signatures. When a nation like myself, or Norway for example, does a spell on an object or a person, there's this magic signature left behind, and it can only be read by other spell casters. It lasts for at least a few hours after the spell has been cast and even then, it's pretty hard for normal wizards to actually read the signatures. But nations' signatures are far different from a human's. There's a different... feel to it."

France raised an eyebrow", I think I speak for all of us when I say we don't believe you."

England scowled", then why don't you ask her? She seems to know what I'm talking about."

France and Spain turned to look at Prussia, who hid herself amongst the sheets again.

"I don't know what you mean," she shouted, her voice muffled by the pillows.

"I believe you do," England countered", you don't even believe me when I say it's a human. And while I was explaining, you were clearly thinking of something else."

"Shut up!" Prussia shouted, her voice still muffled", just go away! Or call some other magic user! yeah, that's a good idea! call them for help!"

England frowned", If you don't want my help, I have no reason to be here!" and he stormed out, slamming the door behind him. He stomped over to the elevator and went in, going up to his floor. On the way out, he passed by a teen aged girl who seem slightly out of place. Despite the recent events, however, England decided to ignore her and proceeded to his room. He was going to find out what happened one way or another, and for that to happen, he had to get in touch with fellow wizards.

Well, Gilbert was technically a woman now, and Arthur would not allow himself to ignore being a proper gentleman and helping a poor girl out.

What the fuck is wrong with me? Here I am depressed enough to cry and this is what I write? what the hell. So, I might continue this, depending on my mood. But I don't know... i feel so depressed right now... sigh.

review. whatever... no, seriously, review. I need it, so my mood will improve and you'll know what happens next.

thank you.