Once the white door was fully closed behind him, Arthur quickly opened his eyes, letting the atmosphere strike his eyes roughly. On the inside, the room was painted metallic white with large strips of green raising up from the base of each wall, giving the illusion that whomever entered the room was transported to a field far away from any form of civilization The smell within the room was that of fresh morning dew and, what could only be described as, the scent of magic.
Though furniture in the room was scarce, meaning that the only seats within the four walled heaven were a four legged brown high stool and a piano chair, both long in length and very cushioned. However the room was filled with many things which each held a type of sentimental bond with Arthur, you see this was the room which he held all of his 'friends' in, the ones which sung to him when the silence was too painful, the ones who always knew just what to do for him when he was close to tears… the 'friends' that were always just behinde a white door waiting for him. This was his personal sanctuary. His memory room.
shyly, Arthur walked towards his 'best friend', a plain acoustic guitar hand painted by the fae with small Gaelic patterns. Arthur had made many fond memories with this guitar, he could clearly remember the days in which he would just sit there all day and play song after song on this thing, the fae dancing around him, singing along with him as he played. He could remember playing this guitar for his children, letting them skip around or join in with him, he had taught Keith how to play guitar with this.
Arthur couldn't help but smile as he sat recalling such happy memories, his fingers unconsciously strumming away at the string, playing a small melody. The notes creating a calming song as the Brits fingers skilfully, the caring vibrations of each note slowly calling out to the fae within the room. Soon the room was filled with small balls of multicoloured lights.
'I know just the song to play' England thought as he began playing one of his favourite songs, humming along with each section, warming his voice up while he waited for the vocal section to begin.
"Don't give up
it's just the weight of the world
when your heart's heavy
I… I will break it for you
don't give up
because you want to be heard
if the silence keeps you
I… I will break it for you"
He began, his voice deep as the lyrics smoothly flew from his throat. Emotions making the words hold more meaning as he thought about his family; his sons, his daughters, his brothers… his mother.
"Everybody wants to be understood
well I can hear you
Everybody wants to be loved
Don't give up
because you are loved"
Arthur's mind flew to a time when he was locked away in dark rooms, when his voice wasn't heard. It was a dark time for him and his family; he was alone at the time and his brothers were unable to find him. He had hated that feeling, the feeling of being unloved, unheard… not needed. It was because of that time that he had made sure his children never went through the same experiences, making sure that they were always heard, always knew they were loved and never felt unneeded.
"Don't give up
It's just the hurt that you hide
when you're lost inside
I… I will be there for you
Don't give up
because you want to burn bright
if darkness blinds you
I… I will shine to guide you"
The singing blonde man knew what it was like to smile so that others couldn't see your real emotions, what it was like to feel so alone in a crowd of people. He had hated it. Every day it felt like he was drowning while others were swimming away from him, their breaths calm and collected. He was just about ready to give up when his brothers saved him. Images of each of his brothers smiling faces flashed past Arthur's eyes, they had managed to drag him away from the darkness before he wondered too far out of their reach.
"Everybody wants to be understood
well I can hear you
everybody wants to be loved
Don't give up
because you are loved
You are loved
Don't give up
It's just the weight of the world
Don't give up
Everyone needs to be heard
you are loved~"
Throughout the soft melody, the fae had noticed how England's eyes flashed through different emotions. It gave them all a sense of worry watching their 'child' show such drastic changes just because of a simple song. A small group of three fairies separated themselves from the flock, unnoticed by England who was now inspecting the small pile of wooden soldiers in the corner of the room, to discuss what they should do to help their 'child'.
"We should tell Master Alba, he'll know what to do" The small female fairy suggested, her blue wings fluttering madly behind her when she received two thumbs down from her companions.
"No, he won't be happy, we should tell Master Cymru, he always helps little bunny when he is upset" The red male fairy argued, his eyes darting towards Arthur to see if he was okay. It was him that had informed Flying mint bunny about Arthur's condition, he had always looked after the kid, even when that Roman bastard had taken his little rabbit away from his family.
"I don't think that would be good, Master Cymru is spying on Arthur's children at the moment. I think it would be best if we ask Master Shawn, he seems to be the only choice left other than Master Aiden, but I think we will all know how that will end" The female green fairy explained. Out of the three she was the voice of reason. The Blue female always seemed to favour Alba out of all of the brothers where as their red male buddy was always on his little bunny's side so he would usually chose the simplest thing to help the boy. She was the only one who could see each brother and use them to their best ability, it was what she was good at.
Her two companions couldn't help but agree with her, it was the most logical move at that moment in time. Once that was decided, the three of them agreed that it would be best if the Blue female was to be the one to fetch the Irish brother, as she was the fastest and the fact that she wanted to see her Alba. Zooming off she left her two companions to look after the English nation as she went to gather reinforcements.
"Hey cherry top, come here a sec!" Arthur shouted gently towards the Red fairy, who couldn't help but smile slightly as he flew towards the blonde Brit, who seemed to be inspecting a poorly painted British soldier.
"remember when you helped me make these little soldiers, I couldn't work out how to get all the small details onto their models and you offered to help me… It meant so much to me when you did that, I was stressing so much on what to get America for a present, I had been trying so hard to get them done that I ended up not sleeping for 5 nights in a row, even then I got so many of them wrong that I just wanted to give up… but you know that don't ya Cherry top"
"yeah, in the end you gave all of the good ones to the kid and kept all of the originals for yourself…. you okay little bunny?" cherry top asked, sitting on Arthur shoulder in his own type of comfort towards the larger man.
"Yeah I'm good, I guess that it is just.. difficult going for 24 hour help to, being alone-ish again. I mean sure you're here along with the rest of the fae… but it's not the same, you know?"
"…..Yeah, little bunny I know, but don't worry so much okay? In less than a few hours you will have your brothers back and no matter what I will still be here to help you, You're my little bunny" Cherry top cooed, trying to not display his jealousy towards England's brothers.
"I just wish I knew what they were all doing…" Arthur whispered before zoning out, listening to the Fae playing on his guitar in the background as he toyed with the small soldiers in his hand. Ignoring the worried look which Cherry top kept sending him.
Oh yes, how he loved this room….. his room of memories
