Hetalia Oneshots (Requests Open)

England [Arthur Kirkland]

Warning: Contains swearing

England x Suicidal! Reader

Don't You Dare Forget the Sun

By: Get Scared

You're a mess tangled with your confidence, think you haven't sinned.

Well, you're unstoppable, your walls are impassible.

You sit alone in your room holding a razor with your shaky hand. The only thing holding you back was your loving green eyed boyfriend, Arthur.

I think your better off looking alone. The boys that chase your hips can just find their way home.

And at the end of the day, you think to yourself. My body is a product being sold on the shelves.

You remember your promise that you wouldn't do it again. Then you remembered the hurtful words from your so called friends. "Fat, Loser, Freak." You lifted the razor next to your scared skin and cut your self once.

You needed something to distract you from your inner turmoil. Feeling physical pain actually helps you. After all, isn't it just a distraction for emotional pain?

Well, I know you lay in bed, contemplating your death.

Well, just look at what you've done, don't you dare forget the sun, love.

"Why don't you just kill yourself, you ugly little b*tch!" "I don't see why Arthur sticks with you? He probably just pities you."

Thinking about those hurtful words, you sob quietly. After a while, you get up slowly, placing your razor on your nightstand. "Today's the day I'm going to do it." You think. "After all, maybe their right."

Cold, white walls keep you from you panic, you just want to stab again.

I can't believe its half this hard. You never knew you mind was dark, no.

You set up the materials for your suicide. A cup of water, your razor, and sleeping pills. You already have every single little detail planned in your head due to countless hours of lying awake in bed, not being able to sleep.

You are planning to overdose on the pills. Placing a few deep cuts on your arms just in case the pills do not work. You placed your letter on your pillow.

Well, I think your better off looking alone. The boys that chase your hips can just find their way home.

At the end of the day, you think yourself, my body is a product being sold on the shelves.

You can dig so deep for scars, you never knew your mind was dark.

"Why?" whimpered Arthur, holding your cold, dead hand to his cheek. "I love you so much... You should've just told me... I could've helped you..."A trail of tears from his brilliant green eyes ran down his face. As he read your letter, he silently cries again.

Well, I know you lay in bed, contemplating your own death.

Well, just look at what you've done, don't you dare forget the sun.

At the meeting, the Allies stared at England as he just sits their emotionlessly in his chair. He doesn't respond to anything anybody says. Nothing America or France did made England mad. He just sat there, and became a lifeless shell and cried silently. He didn't raise his voice or blink.

You look down on me, so casually, in everything I know.

You look down on me, not right on me.

Did I wreck this broken home?

"Dear Dairy,

Life is trying me. Can I get a sign? A piece of mind, a two of mine. How can I get a sign? (A sign) How can I get a sign? (I know)"

Arthur went to your room again, reading your letter once again. Lying down on your bed he silently cries for the millionth time since your death. He feels something hard in the pillow case. Reaching in, Arthur pulls out your dairy. Hesitantly, he opens the book and begins to skim through the entries.

Well, I know you lay in bed, contemplating your own death.

Well, just look at what you've done, don't you dare forget the sun.

"I've been doing this for a few weeks. I have no one to talk to, no one I can trust. The first time I did it, I thought I could stop. I was clean for a few days and now I've been constantly feeling physical pain. I honestly don't know how I could live from constant distraction. From morning to night, I keep myself busy. I'm starting to worry if this is become a problem... I don't know how long I could keep this up."

"A days back, I went on a walk to get away from my parents and friends. During that walk, I met this guy named Arthur. He was really nice to me and I think I finally have someone to trust."

"Today, my 'friends' laughed and mocked me again. They told me I'm a disgrace, some thing that shouldn't even exist. A mistake. As I listened to their words, I became really conflicted. I remembered my loving boyfriend, Arthur. He is always there for me... But my friends also told me that I'm not even worth his time. What happens if he does leave me? I should just kill myself; or at least at least plan something."

You look down on me so casually, in everything I know.

You look down on me, not right on me, is it plain to see that life is trying me?

Ohhh, life is trying me. Life is trying...

Can I think of something? Gotta think of something!

A few weeks later, the Allies find England's broken form at the bottom of a building.

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I'm already off to a bad start... Hehe... I really didn't want my first fanfci for this series to be depressing...

Criticism is welcomed...

Unless if it's really rude...

Then I would probably just sit in my unsocial corner and cry...