Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, or any of it's AWESOME characters! I think this chapter is just a background filler on Arthur... Enjoy the sudden change of heart.

CH7: Impatient

It had been about an hour since Arthur had left Trulians-keep: the forest capital, heading for his destination in the river kingdom.
In truth it struck Arthur as strange that a war meeting was being held in the river kingdom. After all High king Roderich had signed that blasted treaty with the humans or at least with that bloody kingdom whom stole his blade. Roderich was a coward. But Arthur could not disagree with his decision, it was best for him and his people, being the closest elven hold to some of the most strongest and dangerous human army's. They were sitting on his doorstep, ready to break down the front door and intrude in the most violent way they could. This fact would not help change his mind, to go against the humans. Sadly due to the treaty, the river kingdom could not help in the war. This stupid war. I am older then Rams-gate, but still I remember the first battle. My brothers massacred. DAMN IT! Why couldn't Gavin or Scott listen to me...

"The impatient idiots...". Arthur grumbled as he kicked into a gallop.

The more Arthur thought about it, the more he realised this war was pointless.

What was it over again? Master races? No... Land? Maybe... What was it?! This is pointless, I cannot remember the reason. But still I choose to fight on. Why? If this bitter taste in my mouth isn't from the feeling of disgust then where has it come from? I can only imagine the sadness struck upon the humans. They have lost many more... But we... I am stuck with scars and the pain considerably much longer. There life is here then gone in a single breath of an elf... Why dose this war continue, when there is nothing to gain from it? There is only loss. I have fought many battles, I have slain too many men... And my last major battle... I felt as if I had died, twice over... My Annihilator taken, my soul ripped from my bones. A spear through my heart, the darkness creeping over me.

SLAM! "Gods fucking damn it!". Arthur had been frown off his horse during his swamping of thoughts.
He was catapulted from his saddle and collided with one of the many giant ancient oak trees.
"Why did you do that? Do you dislike me too Lancashire?" Arthur asked cringing as he rubbed his newly bruising jaw.

"Sorry Arthur!" called a small squeaky voice.

"F.M.B.? Is that you?".

"Yeah, sorry about that. I didn't think she would throw you off". There was a small mint coloured ball of light, that floated down in front of Arthur. There was a fizzing sound, then the light exploded like a fire work. The embers didn't burn. They simply died out on contact with Arthur, but on the ground a bunch of small daises grew and blossomed upon meeting the natural land bellow.

"Still traveling by light Mint bunny?" Arthur was rejoicing to see his childhood friend coming to see him after what had felt the longest time. As you can tell from the name, Arthurs oldest friend was a some what rare magical creature, a flying mint bunny. Another has never been seen, or at least by Arthur any how. Mint bunny, well... Has the same appearance as their name. They look like a smallish rabbit, that happens to have a green or mint coat. What makes it so special, other then being the only known one of it's kind, is the pair of small feathered wings upon it's back. And the fact it is the most adorable creature in existence.

"It is the fastest way for flying creatures to get around" Mint bunny squeaked.

"It is so good to see you old friend!". The elf held out his hand for Mint bunny to land on, which it did.

"And it is great to see you! I hear you took back your sword?" Mint bunny nuzzled their nose against Arthur's pale palm.

"Ah! Y-yes, I went and retrieved it". Arthur bit his lower lip and looked away from Mint bunny. Amazingly, ever since the dreams of the captain, he felt more and more guilty taking back his blade. It was his, why should he? It was stolen from him at his weakest moment. Arthur simply could no longer live with out it. He felt whole again, well nearly. There was a slight emptiness in his chest and a sinking feeling in his stomach, but other then that he was back to his old, amazing General self. He could take on an entire army if he wanted too. That's how great he felt. He was just bloody brilliant! He could take on the world, if his judgment was not in place.

Suddenly the reborn General's mind started run away with itself. Remembering his greatest moments on the battle field and all his momentous victories, soon though the thoughts turned dark and decrypted. His face mirrored just how he felt. The sudden recollection of what had happened on the day of Wood Breach battle. The hideous pain he took when the first king of the Celestial kingdom, had impaled Arthur with a lance through his heart and then unlawfully pilfered the physical embodiment of his soul and power. Until Arthur had seized his Inhalator, he was not him self. There was no smiling or laughing. No feeling of happiness and completion. He was hollow. Nothing came across his mind other then a daily routine and the dark thoughts of hatred for mankind. One hundred years he had to stay asleep, waiting for the everlasting anguish to be over. Another two hundred and fifty five years, of doing anything but what he loved. But, the pain would only go so far for Arthur. He finally set it upon him self to complete his life and take back what belongs to him. Arthur completed this decision a whole day from one week ago. That was the best choice of his life. There was an obvious change in him and everyone was full of merriment, to see there General, there prince was back. But unfortunately Arthur at this point in time was not feeling said merriment, but was still being drowned in such awful memories.

"Are you okay Arthur? You don't seem so good...". Mint bunny looked up into to Arthurs distant eyes. Something is wrong with him. I wonder if he is ill? "Arthur? Arthur look at me. ARTHUR!". Mint bunny, (being the best friend it is), leapt from Arthurs palm and head-butted the poor elf in the same place on his jaw that made a harsh contact with the old oak he was leaning against.

"BOLLOCKS!". Arthurs eyes took on a crisp shock of pain as his bruise became deeper in agony. "Mint bunny? What the bloody hell was that for?". Arthur shook his head at the pain, watching Mint bunny's face glaze over in a sudden panic.

"Sorry Arthur, I didn't think I would head-butt you so hard". Mint bunny gave a small sigh of relief, now knowing his friend was back from the never ending trench of betraying dimness.

"Mint bunny, you... You better watch you strength. Your wings are a lot more powerful then you realise. But thank you for bringing me back. Now, is there a reason to my sudden caused pain?".

Mint bunny screwed up his nose and drew a rather screechy breath. "YOU'RE BEING SET UP!".

A/N:

So a rather sad background for Arthur... yeah. Still I think there's been way too much dialog, so expect some action in the next chapter. Sorry about the talking and stuff. I swear YOU WILL see Arthur being a kick-arse general, or fighter in the next chapter. (My sister has kind of been my beta for this chapter). So, until then...

Yours, E-Liberty.