Pasts of the Nations

by SilverWritesThings

Where did the nations come from? Were they simply hatched from the ground? Did they come into existence through a magic process? Or were they once humans, sent to be nations as a way of purgatory for a premature death? This is the past of the Nations, from the time when they weren't Nations, but Humans. [Final chapter 7yrs later is 60% of the wordcount :) I was 13 when I started]

1. England

[Edit, Sept. 2, 2022: Leaving the rest of it all largely untouched for posterity's sake, please please please bear in mind that the first two chapters were written when I was 13. They're not good. I am however rather proud of the third chapter, if that tips your interest at all. Most edits done to anything have just been revamping the "Reader Caution" from the fairly insensitive nonsense it was and a few slight grammatical changes. Have a good read, a good day, and take care of yourself! 3]

Disclaimer: If I owned Hetalia, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't be the broke person I am.

Reader Caution: Not-At-All researched drug addition/abuse [chapter 1]. Not-At-All researched anorexia nervosa [chapter 2]. Mentioned mass-death of villagers in a raid, child abandonment, snow-blindness, hypothermia, hunger, death of children [Chapter 3].

Chapter One: England

Arthur exhaled with a gentle smile as he ingested the pills. It might have been one too many, but surely he would be fine, he'd been taking these for several months. A faint tinkling sound from the corner of the living room caught his attention. "Ah, Flying Mint Bunny!" The green creature fluttered her wings, smiling happily. "Hi Arthur!" She flew a few circles around his head. "I'm so glad to see you, these last few days have been crazy." Arthur laughed happily, closing his eyes. He felt really tired... Maybe a quick nap.

"Come on, we can talk upstairs." With a tired smile, the Englishman climbed the stairs to his room. He leaned slightly on the wall as he got closer and closer to the door. It was just a couple more steps... Right? Why did the distance seem to be getting larger...? "Are you okay, Arthur?" Arthur smiled at his- not imaginary, thank you very much- friend. "Oh, don't worry Minty, I'm fine. Just a little tired." He borderline collapsed on to his bed, not even fully on it. The flying bunny landed on his bedside table. "Arthur! Are you sure you're okay?" Arthur shook his head feebly. What he had taken... It had obviously been an overdose.

"G-Goodbye, Minty..." Arthur found it more and more difficult to keep his eyes open. A heavy exhale, and they closed as he felt his consciousness drifting away, farther out of his grasp. One last, frantic inhale, and Arthur Kirkland's eyes would never open again.

It would take three missed calls from his older brothers, six weeks with no one seeing so much as a flash of blonde hair behind closed curtains before anyone realized what happened.

Arthur/England: Drug addict. Died of an overdose of hallucinogenic drugs.

This explains his 'Imaginary Friends.'