Goodbye.:EnglandxReader:.

Chapter one: The start of it all

"If you love something, let it go. If it comes back to you, it is yours forever." -Anonymous

I let out another sigh, already exhausted for the day and it was only noon. Mister England has me working day and night now, well ever since America and many others had left him. He lost Canada, Hong Kong, and so many others; I was all that was left really. I remember the happy times, when he used to be so much kinder, so loving. But that wasn’t the England I know now.

I am known as the personification of (c/n), but most like to call me (f/n) (l/n). I’ve been around for many years, it’s still a wonder how I am still under British rule, but my country is small and I never get the chance to make allies to help me. England keeps me on a tight leash; there is barely a moment that he isn’t watching over me. Before this, I loved him and looked up to him, but not now, I just want to leave and never come back but not because of whom he is now.

All these years there have been nothing but lies on top of lies form him. I remember when I grew very ill but England swore up and down that my people were fine. I later founded out that there had been a nuclear waste spill on my lands, destroying most of the forests, animals, and people. I worried that I would become abolished; I didn’t want that so desperately. I had turned to England but he only got angry at me for not trusting him then stormed off but later in the evening that day, I watched him try to drink away his sorrows. Again.  Every time I began to fall ill, he would swear that my country was fine but I learned to just try to find out on my own what was going on. It was such a hassle sometimes.

But for my people, their emotions were weighing heavily on my heart and it only got worse as the years pass by. I knew I needed to get out, and I could only hope that he would understand. The tears I’ve spilled, the days I wasted in my bed, all the time I could’ve been fixing my country was wasted but I needed to fix it.

I wanted to be free; I wanted to start a war for my people. But how? I tried contacting America but he was busy with his economy. I didn’t know how to contact Canada and France didn’t pick up the phone. I was about to try calling Hong Kong when the front door slammed followed by rushed footsteps up a flight of stairs to the second floor. I knew what was about to happen. My door slammed open to the sight of a flustered England. He looked both angry and sad. Why would he be sad? I’m just one little colony, I shouldn’t matter this much. He ran straight to me and put both of his hands on my forearms. He was trembling, I could feel it now. Should I really try to leave him? I couldn’t really think.

“(c/n), please tell me it isn’t true.” He said, his voice coming out weak and pained, he was trying to hide his emotions again.

I looked away from his face; I couldn’t bear to look at him like this, biting down on my lip hard. “I-I don’t know what you are talking about, Mister England.” I said, trying my hardest to keep my voice calm and leveled.

“Japan told me you contacted America. Are you trying to leave me to (f/n)?” I looked straight into his emerald orbs, shocked at what I had just heard. Did he just say my first name? I thought, struck dumb in that short moment but the tears form in his eyes brought me back to reality.

“Arthur, I’m quite sorry. I can never be sure how you feel about me and I am tired of the lies. I just want freedom to guvnor my country.” I said, my voice shaking a bit as I looked him straight in the eyes. Those times when he was smiling flooded back into my mind, all the times me and the other colonies would play with him or together, laughing and smiling like nothing was wrong. What happened to them? Where did they go? Why did they leave and make him and me suffer?

“Love, please don’t cry. I understand.” I flinched a bit when I was brought once again back form my thoughts, the feeling of a gentle hand wiping away the tears that slide down my cheeks. When did I start crying? I looked down at the ground below me. Then it occurred to me that he truly doesn’t understand because if did, he wouldn’t still be hung up about the others.

“No! You don’t understand, England. I feel what my people feel but I also feel what I feel. Thousands of emotions crashing through and depression is the strongest of them all! Every person the cry is another tear I shed! My population is decreasing and soon I’ll become nothing! I will regret my very existence if I don’t try to fix what is wrong! You need to understand that, I’m not doing this for me or to hurt you, I’m doing this for what people I have left, Arthur! That’s what we’ve all done!”

The damn memories flooded back of all my fellow colonies leaving and becoming countries, free form other’s rule and growing stronger while I grow weaker. I hated it and wanted to change it. The tears fell faster now and I didn’t care right now. “England, please give me my freedom. I don’t want a war; I don’t want to be the one to point a gun at you; I don’t want to be the reason you shed more tears or the reason you lose more of your people!” I grabbed the collar of his shirt, lightly shaking it but they are feeble as my body betrayed me even with the terrible trembling quaking my very being. “You were once the great British Empire and I know you feel powerless with that gone and you only having me left as a colony but you aren’t powerless, you are still England and you have several allies even though some hate you. But you have to let go first to truly love something. ‘If you love something, let it go; if it comes back, it is yours forever.’ Trust me, becoming your allies and friends mean we have returned but we have become stronger because you loved us enough to let us go.” I hung my head, praying that whatever divine being has put us through this all will grant me this one wish here and now. “So, please, let me go. I will return but it will take time.” I said calmly, not daring to look at his face until I felt his grip on my arms then let go of then. My head snapped up so quickly I’m surprised it is still on and stared straight into his bright green orbs. He slowly nodded and it looked like it pained him so much to look at me. He drew in a shaky breath and said words that I enlighten and pained me dearly at the same time.

“Okay, I’ll let you go. Just promise, this won’t be the last time I see you.” I nodded quickly, knowing this wouldn’t be the last time he saw me. “Yes, I promise this will not be the last time we meet, Arthur Kirkland.” How little did I know at the time that the damage on my land was so greatly done, could it be fixed?