He put down the pen he was writing with. The paper had dried tears on it, and his face was fresh tears, still coming out. He knew that he could write something better than this sorry excuse of a letter, but he couldn't bring himself to care as he folded it up and put it carefully in the pure white envelope.
'Nobody would care anyways.' It was a depressing thought, even though he had known it from the start. But he knew, he had to undo his wrongdoings, or at least say sorry, say what he has not been able to say for centuries because of his pride, his goddamned pride. Even though he knew that there is a chance nobody could read it, he felt the weight lift of his shoulders. 'At least I wrote to them that I'm sorry.'
He gathered his fairy friends, realizing that they would worry if he suddenly left. He knew what it felt like to wake up in the morning, just to find out that somebody he cared for has left him, left his forever. He knew that his only friends, with those little cute faces, knows what he was going through. They knew everything. Unlike those countries who never brought themselves to even care about him.
"I'll be gone for a while, please don't worry about me, and please keep the country of England going. Sorry that I have to leave in such a short notice, but I have to. You know I have to." They had tried to convince him before that they were always there for him, but they knew, they knew that England had it too hard, too hard.
"It's your choice, England. But please know, we deeply care about you. Please don't forget about us." One of the fairies said, and many of them followed. Some of them just smiled knowingly, and England smiled back, thankful that they cared, thankful that they knew, sorry that he had to leave them, and guilty because they were always there, comforting him, yet he had to do this.
"Can you guard the paper on my bedside table? It's meant for the other countries." The fairies nodded, and he guessed that they had seen what he was writing. He didn't care though, he trusted them.
They knew everything, unlike those nations.
Those, stupid, oblivious nations.
The nations, the ones who hated him
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His Last Smile
FanfictionBefore we start, I have a question for you: Do you think England was fine? And what made you think that way? He hides behind his uncaring, tsundere personality. But inside, he's torn, broken, shattered. When he has enough, will someone notice and sa...
