Trapped in chains and locks without a key
No hope or chance of freedom.
The darkness is all I know
but the light is all I see.

I was always used to following the directions of what others pressed upon me, as mindlessly and as obediently as a robot would. My name always drifts from people's minds but I don't let it get to me –one tends to get used to an event that happens daily. I am the boy on the sidelines; the one who screams their guts out only to have their cheers lost within' the crowd. I'm the one who always gets thrown into trashcans, my only importance in their eyes being that of amusement.

But no longer! I've been pushed around and used at a number higher than which I can count. Now is the time that I decide to make a stand of my own, and stick up for myself. I've always been obediently under Arthur's rules, even though he himself tends to forget that fact. Now I'll be true to who I am, and break away from the shortcuts in life that has been placed in my grasp. I will become my own independent nation!

It was raining in this raining in this awfully dull city, not that I was surprised though. I had only been here for naught but four days, and I saw no end to these droplets. Being as foolish as I was, I had forgotten an umbrella on this important day. I darted through these streets dodging the rain as best I could with only my intuition to guide me. Arthur had graciously provided me with a map when I first wrote to him, but that piece of paper was now destroyed, all of the ink running like black tears.

The running continued, and soon a tall structure came into view. I was slightly surprised seeing as how I always thought that the British gentleman preferred to live a modest lifestyle. Even so I continued towards the building. As I neared it, my eyes were directed to the window located close to the door. The crimson curtains were drawn, so it easily allowed me to gaze upon my reflection. My previous waved locks were now dripping with water. Even the annoying curl that protruded from my blond hair was now tamed. It was all slick in style and stuck to my face in an orderly mess. When I gazed upon my outfit I could only cringe. I had thrown away my comforting attire for something more formal. In an ebony suit that clearly lacked of colour, I felt oddly at unease. It didn't suit my style, but one has to make sacrifices every now and then.

I averted my eyes back to the door, and hastily made my way up the steps. Without Kumijiro at my side, my nerves were rather evident. Arthur had made it clear that the polar bear would not be accepted here, and as much as it pained me to obey, it seemed as if I had no other choice.

Before I even had the opportunity to pound upon the intimidating oak, it had swung open. Upon first glance the British gentleman's expression is clearly confusion. His hair was as stunningly perfect as usual, and his attire was pressed without a sign of filth. I could have described the male before me as handsome, but his eyebrows took away from hat image.

"Who are you?" a sigh quickly escaped from my lips even as I had already anticipated that very question.

"It's Matthew..." upon hearing my name slight realization ignited within his eyes –a spark that I knew would soon fade.

"It is? It must have been something that you did with your hair that threw me off..." I escaped the ramblings of the blond by stepping into the warmth of his home – I didn't care to hear his excuses. Before I even had the opportunity to examine the room that stretched out before me, I was ushered up a flight of steps. They were numerous, and I quickly came to wonder if they would ever end.

As my count had long passed 100 a room had finally come into view. It stood tall, and was menacing to one's eyes. I prayed that this meeting would not last long, even as I did not want to race down those stairs again so quickly. Arthur hesitantly opened the door and waited for me to enter before he himself did. I slid into a barren seat, the metal arms cool against my damp arms. Arthur took the seat across from me, and focused his gaze directly upon me. It was so intent that it seemed as he believed that I would vanish if he blinked. Sweat began to form as my anxiety began to expose itself.

"..." I struggled to form words, and I began to worry as none came. Minutes passed by and I was still struggling to no avail. I could clearly see the impatience of the blond wear thing. Taking a calming breath, I forced the quivering words out of my mouth.

"I-I've had enough with relying on you all the time (though you haven't really done anything for me)! I have the r-right to become my own nation! S-So please..." Upon hearing this the gentleman slouches in his chair, his shoulders pressed upon the back.

"...A-alright,"

"Wh-what?" all I managed other than that one words was furious blinking. Was it really that simple? There was an entire war when Alfred asked such!

"You heard me! You...-can go now. You got what you wanted, didn't you?" a hint of sadness is threaded within his voice, behind the layer of strong pride. Even so, a blinding smile kissed my lips. I had won, and there was no violence involved! I would have done a dance on the spot, but that would have appeared as strange.

"Th-thank you, Arthur!" I had the urge to hug the man on the spot, but I was not in the mood to make this entire scene into an awkward situation. I quickly raced out of the room, not giving the man the chance to take back what he said if he only meant it as a joke. His sadness was pushed to the back of my mind as I made my way down the steps taking two of them at a time. Even as I hate to admit it, I could already hear Francis' mocking of the proud nation. I didn't care at the moment though –I was finally free!

I made my way outdoors, and it cause my smile to only grow wider. I held my arms, embracing the warmth –the sun had finally decided to shine!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of Hetalia, even as much as I wish that I did!

Author's Note: So here it is! I finally decided to post my 6th theme, after what feels like a month or so of nothing. I apologize for the lack of creativity in this chapter, but author's block deprives one of such casualties. I also apologize for Canada's clear out of character attitude – he kind of creeps me out in this if you ask me ^^;.
XD I can already hear poor Arthur getting mocked by his rival country!

Francis: You can't hold on to countries, can you?
Arthur: Shut it! D
Francis: First you lost Alfred, than that adorable little Mathieu...
Arthur: I told you to be quiet...
Francis: No if I were the one who had them in the first place, none of this would have ever happened! Really , you should learn a thing or two from the expert of L-O-
Arthur: *smacks the blond in the back of the head* D

Cuba: Sorry about the rant, I couldn't resist! Well, I hope that you stay tuned (I'll be attempting to post quicker!) The nest theme is...
*drumroll*
HEAVEN!