Hetalia One-Shots

Sad UsUk

England POV ((Whole Story))

I was down in defeat, covering my face in shame and sadness.

"I remember when you were great" America spoke with despise and sadness in his voice.

Back then when he was growing up. Ah yes I remember it as if it was only yesterday. All of it went by too fast in my opinion.

I would work constantly on those toy soldiers, it was my little surprise to America. He was so cute and innocent. The aggressiveness behavior of the world hadn't affected him yet. The corruption of the cruel world had filled my lugs up like smoke but of course I wouldn't let America turn out like me.

Finally when I had finished the toy soldiers, I felt so accomplished. It was hard to fit this in my time for work and other activities.

"Wow! You even made all their faces different!" He praised with joy.

"Yes chap and I almost broke my hand trying to make them all for you."

He treasured them. To this day Im not sure if he has them anymore. I miss his smile. That smile that could brighten up any cloudy day in London when even near.

I also remember...when I dressed him up more gentlemanly. Boy was that a day.

"Do I have to wear this?" He pout and frowned a bit in the mirror

"You look like a whole different person" I smiled and crossed my arms, feeling successful.

Its true, with such an outfit he looked like a different person. But now in this situation, he is a whole different. The dark ways of this world crept its way into his mind and surround the innocence, killing it slowly until finally...poof....

Now I knelt in defeat yet only moments ago I held a gun to his head. I attack my own blood. Whats wrong with me...

"A-America please...think this through. You never think things through to the end!" I screamed in emotional agony.

"England. What happened to you. You treated me so well but when people started telling me...you were using me..." He murmured softly to me, a pained expression etched on his face.

"Listen! Please America don't go!" A river a tears streamed down my face though it may have been difficult to see. The rain, perfect weather for a horrible day...America's Independence.

"Just go...you've lost" he hissed at me quietly.

Whats was I supposed to do...
I did what I was told, I had no other option but to admit defeat and so I did. I retreaded back home alone, just as the American demanded me to do and intended that since that first argument.

~Time skip~

Its been centuries since America gain independence and yet every year I feel like I'm going insane. For each passing 4th of July, the date that haunts me in my nightmares, I leave a little gift for America in his doorstep. For some reason, this year I couldn't. This year might have been the year I just don't do anything and I probably will stay in my room and cry.

I knew America wonder about his little Independence gift but Im sure he wouldn't care and go back to his everyday life.
You know I still have that gun that I used for those years of suffering and pain.
Ah yes the one that made a huge scratch on America's. I think I might use it one last time, I would want it to go to waste now, would I? I will no longer use it to hurt those who I care for. No, I will use it to end all this torture...I will use it to end myself. I am a country and my gift to give to America this year will be my land and death. Im sure he would like to have the power and he will be happy I am not around. The tea loving 'gentleman' will no longer exist and Im sure that frog face will like that too.

I went to go fetched that dusty ol gun, when I did I went back to my bed room and sat on the bed. I brushed my fingers against the old gun and let out a soft chuckle. To think this is going to be the end of me is surprising. Of course this is rather too big to just point at my head and shoot. I will use the blade part of it, the part that made that horrid scratch on America's gun.

"Its time for the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland to...come to and end..." I smiled weakly and swiftly put an end to it all. I collapse and bleed out. "I....am...so weak..."

Everything went black.

After of what felt like an eternity of complete darkness I awoke. It was a dark room white a spot of light around me. It was such an odd arrangement. I sit up to see the backs of all my mystical friends.

"Flying Mint Bunny! Unicorn! Pixie! All of you are here!" I couldnt help but get a wide smile on my face.

But...it soon faded.

All my mystical friends werent the cute and lovable creatures they were. No, they were...monsters. If anything they looked undead with no colour to them at all. They turned to me and of course I was only more horrified to see how they looked. I couldnt even put it into words, all I can do was scream and run. In the distance was a door and the obvious choice was to go through it and so I did.

There was a shining light that blinded me and I stepped through. Once my eyes adjusted I took in my surroundings. To my surprise it was my room and a dead body, my body. I look at my body to see that I am transparent. The sound of distant pitter patter was soon closing in on me. I was an idiot and I forgot to close that god forsaken door. Soon all the undead, violent mystical creature attacked me. Soon I passed out from the pain. Everywhere it was hurting.

Who knew that you can get unconscious even though your dead. I groan and looked around the room only to see America there. He was in a complete shock that there lies the body of his dear friend Arthur Kirkland, UK, England, Great Britain, United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland or whatever people wanted to use as a name for him, was dead. He looked at it in horror and broke down in tears....