Goodbye.:EnglandxReader:.

Chapter Three: Have to keep fighting

“When we love, we always strive to become better than we are. When we strive to become better than we are, everything around us becomes better too.” –Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist

I let out yet another sigh, Alfred’s cell phone in my hand. He let me use it to call Arthur but that was almost an hour ago and I haven’t even had the nerve to dial the number. I sit up form where I lay on my bed and look out at the window, seeing the destroyed land that is my country and see Alfred working in the farms, smiling and laughing as he chats with the other’s while picking weeds.

I smile at seeing such a happy sight for once here and then look at the phone in my hand. I take in a deep breath as a dial the number and listen to it ring, my heart beating a million miles an hour.

Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing

What if he doesn’t want to talk to me?

Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing

He could easily be mad at me for wanting to leave…

Riiiiiiiii-

“What do you want, you bloody wanker?”

My heart dropped at hearing that but then I quickly recovered when I remembered this wasn’t my phone, this was Alfred’s and Arthur always called him that.

“Uh, Arthur, It’s (c/n). I’m using Alfred’s phone since he is visiting and I can’t find mine.” That was lie, seeing as my country was too poor to afford such items like cell phones, even if I was to be consider the richer of the people and I barely had any income coming in.

“(f/n)!! Love, how are you? I haven’t seen you at any of the meetings and you haven’t called or contacted me in years…” The worry was clear in his voice and it caused a large lump to form in my throat. Guilt.

“I’m sorry, Arthur. I’ve just been busy. I’ll say things aren’t that great but they are better than when I started. I hope within the next couple years that my country will be back in shape.” It wasn’t a full lie, I did hope things got better but it was worse than when I started, and so few people were helping.

“I see… It is good to hear that they are getting better… Is America helping you?” That caught me off guard but thinking about it, it seemed clear since it was Alfred’s phone I was on.

“Uh, yeah. He is, it is more a trade off since there are a good number of people in his country that need work so they’ll help out my farmers.” I said, feeling better because this wasn’t a lie, I had asked Alfred to bring some of the people searching for work and he did and they were working well.

“At least that bloody wanker can do something right for once…” I giggled a bit, typical Arthur to grumble such things. But what he said next almost brought me to tears.

“Would you like me to help you, love?” He asked which caused me to shake my head on instinct but I soon stopped.

“No, I will be fine. You need to focus on your country.” I couldn’t really think of a better excuse but he didn’t ask any more questions on it and the conversation turned to something more normal and happy. He told me all on what I have missed and how the other countries can’t wait to meet me, most not having seen me. We talked happily and laughed a couple times.

Alas, he ended up having to go because Scotland decided it was time to start bugging his little brother. I giggled and said it was okay as Arthur apologized but told him that I needed to get some work done anyways and will try to call him again. He seemed happy to hear that as we said our farewells and hung up.

Just as the call had ended, tears flowed form my eyes and the ache in my chest was so great. I missed him so much; it hurt to think about him not being here with me. I knew my feelings for him and it wasn’t easy to deal with. I set the phone on my nightstand and curled up into a ball on the hard bed with my thin sheets. I hated how things were turning out for me, I was getting sicker and time was running out. Should I tell Arthur? Should I have him come over?

I decided then that before I had a chance to disappear, I would make sure to go to a meeting to see the others. I hated to think that my time was running out and it was terrible but it was the truth. I slept for a little while, only to wake again but just as Alfred was walking into the room.

“Sorry, did I wake you, dudette?” He asked as he walked the rest of the way in, grabbing his phone as I slowly sat up, he reached out to help me but I shook my head, sitting up on my own. I wasn’t that weak just yet, at least I hoped so.

“Alfred, I need you to take me to the next World Meeting. My time is running out and I don’t want to disappear before I meet the other countries at least. I haven’t even seen Mathew since he gained his independence and Francis hasn’t made an appearance since the French and Indian War. Please, I need to go.” I wasn’t really giving him a choice at this point. I know how this looked, a dying girl begging for one last wish before she was gone forever. Cliché really, but still the cold hard truth.

Alfred looked away from me, thinking to himself as to what to do but then nodded. “Alright, but we need to prepare you first before you go to the meeting. It can get a bit…crazy in there. I’ll call up Mattie to help out.” I nodded, smiling at how I would be able to go to a meeting and see everyone once again and meet new people.

Then worry hit. I didn’t even look like the same person since gaining my independence. Would Francis and Arthur recognize me? If they did, wouldn’t they become shocked then worried? Arthur might get mad at me for lying to him about the state of my country. I released a small sigh as I looked out the window. I must try, I can’t give up on this last thing.