Arthur Kirkland
Vancouver, British Columbia
November 2, 2163
Never was I so glad that Nations could go thousands of miles in a matter of seconds, as I was that day. I was very much enjoying my little game and planned to give America and the others a time span of 5 days to find me, seeing as it would take a human in a car 53 hours to get to this place anyway.
Matthew would, without a doubt, be the first to find me. I was still in Canada, after all. I wondered if it was a tad unwise of me to be in Canada while waiting to be found, but I decided that if one has to hide in plain sight, where better to hide than in British Columbia? There was a lovely hotel... and it was cheap as well. I'd booked a room and travelled all the way across Canada to get here, to enjoy my last days... if they were indeed to be my last days.
...I wondered if they actually cared enough to come find me... or to try to. Maybe this is a gigantic waste of time... I thought, staring off into space, maybe I should just end it now and not even give them the satisfaction of keeping me from my fate...
I shook my head, No, I'm sure that they're looking for me right now...
The next five days passed without incident and before I knew it... it was midnight on November 8th. My heart twisted as I realized that they didn't care... none of them cared if I died. Not even America... the Wanker had told me that he loved me... was that a lie as well...?
My heart was breaking... it had broken once and I'd gathered all the broken pieces together and fixed my poor heart... but now... it was falling apart... breaking again... never to be repaired...
I heard it crack... I felt it break... I let myself fall onto the bed and I could almost see the shattered remains of my poor fragile heart.
...suddenly I felt tired... just... completely exhausted. I closed my eyes... and my world was gone.
I awoke to someone calling my name... or rather, calling one of my names.
"Lloegr… wake up, bach yr un..." said a voice. It sounded like Mistress Mary's voice... but it wasn't her... she was long dead, that woman. I cracked my eyes open just a bit and stared into a pair of milky bluish green eyes.
I felt so tired... just wanted to sleep... My heart hurt... but I couldn't remember why... I just couldn't. I closed my eyes again.
My dreams were black... but they were dreams instead of just sleep... A refreshing change. Suddenly, I realized that I was in a dark dirty room that reeked of rotting corpses, vile surroundings and burning flesh... I heard voices on the other side of the door.
"This one was strong but not all there mentally," commented a voice.
"In what way?" asked another.
"Oh, he has some nasty opinions of our fuhrer," said the first voice, "and he keeps threatening Herr Ludwig."
"Not at all there... to do both and expect not to die? Ludicrous, ja?"
"Ja, it's not often that you find an idiot who has the guts to insult the fuhrer and threaten Herr Ludwig."
"...still... it's quite a loss."
"Ja, he keeps to himself, reads the atmosphere and refrains from speaking. He's strong and doesn't eat much."
"What? Did he somehow eat less than what we were giving him?"
"Ja."
"Let's get this over with, then..."
I heard a weird sound and I had a sinking feeling that I was going to die there.
I was in the grungy room for about a minute when my chest started hurting... like it was being squeezed. I could hardly breath and I curled up into a ball as my vision went blurry. I felt tears burning in my eyes at the pain... Shit... I thought as the pain became unbearable, I'm going to die here...
With my voice a hoarse whisper that sound harsh even to me, and barely enough breath to blow out a candle, I whispered, "...If this is the end for me..." I gasped breathlessly, "...all I want... is a chance to tell him that..." I coughed raggedly, my blood spattering onto the already dirty floor, "...I-I... I lo-..." I closed my eyes tight, "I LOVE HIM! I CAN'T DIE YET! HE'S WAITING FOR ME!" I dragged my body to the door that I'd been shoved into the room through, and used it to force myself to my feet. I started banging as hard as I could crying and screaming but before I knew it I was-
I opened my eyes and was surprised to find myself lying on the hotel room bed, not dying at all. I couldn't believe that I still remembered that... that day.
I had died before as a human... and that was one of the times that I had been killed as a human. I had been put in a concentration camp for being Gay (which at the time, I was; back then, you either were or weren't). Ludwig had been the one who'd dragged my dead body out of the gas room, and my memories of that day were not exactly accurate, seeing as I died that day. It was the first time that I'd said that I loved Alfred...
I felt my eyes fill with tears, but I wiped them away and I went into the bathroom, carrying a small sharp pocket knife.
This time, I had given them enough time to stop me... they'd wasted it.
Last time, I had wasted my time with useless cutting (that I knew wouldn't kill me) before I actually did any major, life-threatening cuts.
This time, I wouldn't do that... I would just do the cuts before I gave too much thought to why they didn't come.
I started at my collar bone and began cutting along the bone, in places that the muscles didn't block the way. I just smiled as I bled, watching as my blood hit the tiles.
'Good night, Mr Britain, sir~...'
"Good night, America... My brave little soldier..."
'See you later, um... Britain, sir...'
"I sincerely hope so... My dear Canada..."
'I love you, Arthur~!'
"...and I love you, America..." I could no longer suppress my tears... I slit my throat and fell to my knees, sobbing.
The world went black.
I heard someone murmuring and I tried to open my eyes. They wouldn't open...
Someone laughed a little, "it's just like Bach Brawd to keep us waiting like this..."
"Are you sure that he's still alive? He looks pretty dead to me."
"Shut up, Sealand..."
Sea... land...? I thought, feeling like an idiot.
I forced my eyes open and, for some reason... I was staring into a pair of sky blue eyes. My eyes widened when I recognized the face of my eldest brother, Wales.
"B-beth?" I said, mentally cursing myself for my not so good Welsh.
"Cymru, actually," Wales said, snickering.
"Be silent..." I said. I sighed, "Leave me be..."
"No... Sealand found you in a bathroom bleeding to death; I don't think that you're going to be alone for a while."
"Who is this... Sealand?" I asked.
"Beth? How could you not know who SEALAND is?" Wales asked, disbelief all over his face, "He was your last Colony!"
"Say Again? A former Colony? I've not met this man in my life."
"Eh? But, I-... I mean-... that is-... B-but... Wha-...?" asked the tall young man in front of me. I stared at his face and almost felt like I knew him... almost. He looked like me... only his hair was smoother and paler blond, his eyes were blue rather than emerald like mine, and, of course, he was taller than me. He was... probably 187 centimetres if I had to guess.
"I know not who thou art, however, it seems to me that thou hast lost something. Wouldst thou care to tell me what it might be?" I felt like being nice to this young man... it felt good to be nice.
"...I lost my mind a while ago but I don't really know if what I'm seeing is reality or not..."
"Pray tell... why wouldst that be?"
"Because you're not the same England that everyone else knows... not the same England as the one that I've known since I was small..."
"...hmm... I know not how to respond to that... It seems to me that I have never met thee... however if thou insist that I do indeed know thee..." I smiled at him. "Then, I shall count you as my friend..."
Wales left after a while and I spoke to the young man... the one who was called Sealand. We talked for hours and I asked him about his life... seeing as I couldn't remember. After a while, he mentioned someone named America... the name scraped at my heart but I couldn't figure out why. I shook it off and Sealand asked me to help him with something... he asked me if I would go with him to something called... a World Meeting. He told me that he had been shunned by the other Countries and I felt sorry for him. I said that I would and he told me that I would have to talk more like he did... because the phrasing that I was using was rather old.
He re-taught me English... and I began to trust him... just because he was there... and he was my friend.
"...Sealand...?" I asked, testing my grasp of the new phrasing. He looked up from what he'd been doing and smiled at me.
"What is it, England?"
"What is your human name?" I inquired, nervous for some reason.
"Peter... it's Peter Kirkland..."
"Can I... call you 'Peter'?" ...it was a very intimate gesture... to call a fellow nation by their first name... and not a gesture that I took lightly.
"Of course, Engla- Arthur." He smiled again and I felt like a blushing school girl. He had given his permission... and asked for mine at the same time.
"Thank you, Love-" I flushed scarlet; the words had come out strange and I'd picked up his weird usage of the word.
"It's no trouble..."
I yawned softly, almost subconsciously.
Sealand noticed, "Ah... I'm going to leave now, so that you can get some sleep... good night, Poppet... I'll see you in the morning..." he walked out and I fell asleep with thoughts of him sweeping across my mind...
Not such a bad thought... that maybe I could stay with this one for a while.
A/N~ Okay, before you guys say 'Ohmaigawd, you promised USUK; why is there SeaUK here?' I'll say that... this is not going to end well for Sealand. He's not getting anything out of this except for some broken bones and (possibly) full body radiation burns; America is very... possessive of Iggy (at least the way that I write him) and he will be kicking Sealand's ass.
Why?
Because America is awesome like that, and, the way that I write Sealand, the bastard will break England's heart, causing America to get pissed off.
As always, reviews=love, so please give me some so that I can be motivated to continue this story... I'm serious; this thing has like... a 67% chance of being discontinued, so it's existence hinges on reviews, at the moment.
TRANSLATIONS~
'Cymru'- Wales (Welsh)
'Lloegr'- England (Welsh)
'Beth?'- What? (Welsh)
I know not who thou art, however, it seems to me that thou hast lost something.- I don't know who you are, but you seem like you've lost something. (Ye Olde Englishe)
Wouldst thou care to tell me what it might be?- Would you care to tell me what it is? (Ye Olde Englishe)
I know not how to respond to that...- I don't know what to say... (Ye Olde Englishe)
It seems to me that I have never met thee... however if thou insist that I do indeed know thee... then, I shall count you as my friend...- I don't think that I've ever met you... but if you say that I do know you... I'll call you my friend... (Ye Olde Englishe)