England sat in his chair reading a book. Romeo and Juliet was the title and it was one of his favorites. He was home alone, like usual, since no one came to visit him. He was just a plight upon the world. At least this is what he thinks most people thought of him. HE sighed. Placing the book down on the side table next to the chair he was sitting in. Standing up he went to the window, watching the rain as it fell from the sky, making the earth beneath it moist and covered in puddles. He smirked darkly. "I shouldn't be surprised that this is what people think of me. My own brother once told me that No one cares and I shouldn't even exist anymore." He said to himself. The voices in his head only added to fire.

No one cares for you Arthur. Why do you even try?

The one you care about most doesn't even look at you.

He hates you.

He doesn't share the same feelings as you do.

Why are you still here?

Die die die die die.

Pressing his forehead against the window, he laughed loudly.
"I don't blame him for hating me! I was the one who dissolved his country. "

He doesn't love me. He told himself this every day. He walked to the kitchen and grabbed a freshly sharpened knife and his cell phone. England figured the Prussia was with his brother, fucking him into oblivion. He knew they were dating. But he didn't know, was the Prussia had actually broken up with America once he found out the American was cheating on him with Russia.

Dialing Prussia's number and getting his answering machine, he spoke. "Prussia….It's Arthur. I know im probably the last person you want to hear from right now, but I just wanted to let you know before….Anyway….That I loved you. You were nearest and dearest thing to me. I won't ask you to pick up. Because I know you're probably with…with Alfred.

Any way….That's all I wanted to say and that I won't be a bother to you anymore. It will all end today." With that, he hung up and placed the cell phone on the table. Today was the day he was going to do it. He was going to end it all. He couldn't deal with it anymore. He couldn't deal with being picked on by his former colonies, France, especially America and Prussia.

He entered the bathroom and looked in the mirror. He looked pathetic. There were bags under his eyes and his skin was pale from the numerable sleepless nights.

The voices spoke to him again.

You're pathetic.

Useless.

Hated.

Unloved.

Unwanted.

You deserve to die.

Do it already.

Just kill yourself and relieve everyone of your sorry self.

"Alright! Just shut up…" He said to them.

He walked to his bedroom, knife in hand and sat on the bed.

He positioned the knife to just above his pulse point on his arm and began to cut straight across. His face turned to that of bliss. The pain felt like a relief, it silenced the voices he heard, it just felt everything he felt was released in that one action.

As he continued to cut, he recalled the first time the voices appeared in his head. It was the day America told him he was dating Prussia. England knew, America did that to just spite him and make him feel worthless and it worked. When America did that, he felt as if he lost the only thing that mattered to him. Even though he knew Prussia didn't covet the same feelings for England as England did for him. But he didn't mind look from afar and talking with him as a friends. Despite the fact he dissolved his country. But shortly after America and Prussia started dating, Alfred would give England dirty looks, and take him aside privately, telling him that if England kept looking at his boyfriend, or even spoke with him again, He was going to do something horrible to Prussia. So he stopped. After that, his relationship with Prussia became distant and awkward shortly after, Prussia even began to give England the same looks as America did. Eventually, he ignored England.

Looking at his bleeding arm, he moved onto the next one.

England had started to cry. Not for himself, but for Prussia. "Im sorry I couldn't prove my feelings to you. I should've just came out and told you before this. But it's too late now…" he to himself. His words were becoming slurred from blood loss.

Finally he slid down the bed and fell to the floor and dropping the knife.

Prussia was sitting at the kitchen table, eating breakfast with his brother when England called and his cell phone was in his room.

Germany looked at him confusedly. "isn't that your cell phone Gilbert?" He asked Prussia. Prussia nodded but since he was chewing, he didn't reply for a few minutes. "It's in my room, but the awesome me is enjoying breakfast right now. Whoever it is can wait." He as he stuffed some more potatoes in his mouth as cut up his wurst. Germany wasn't so sure though. He had a bad feeling but he shrugged it off. "if you say so bruder. Just make sure you check it after you're done." Prussia nodded in reply.

He was almost done eating when England called, but he still had to help Germany clean up after breakfast and make his bed. But he supposed those could wait while he checked it.

After he was done eating, he placed his plate in the sink and thanked his brother for breakfast. Walking up stairs, he entered his bedroom and grabbed it off the bedside table. Seeing the message was from England, Much to his excitement. He hoped the man would call once he found out he broke up with America. He wanted to start hanging out with him again. Because he figured out why The Englishman had distanced himself, which was part of the reason why he broke up with Alfred din the first place. He pressed play on his phone and listened to the rather dark message. His eyes went wide and his features turned to that of a worried man. Not that he'd admit it. Tossing the phone aside he ran downstairs and scrambled to get his shoes and socks on. Germany looked at him and asked why he was rushing. But Prussia just ignored him and ran out the door.

He ran as fast he could. Breathing fast, heart racing, head spinning. Would he make it in time? He didn't know. He jumped on the nearest bus and thank god it was practically empty because there were no stops before his own. Holding tightly onto the handle bar above his head, he watched the buildings race past him. He would frequently mutter to himself about why England would do that to himself. If he were in his own country, he definitely knew that he wouldn't make it before England was stone cold dead in his house. But it was just after the world meeting and his flight wasn't until this evening, so he knew he was still in the hotel. Once the bust stopped at Hotel Fortuna, he raced off the bus, paid the driver, and ran through the hotel doors. He ran up to the reception, breathing heavily and asked what room Arthur Kirkland was in. She responded but before she could ask her question, he was gone and in the elevator. Floor 5 in room 501. That is what he repeated in his head. Once those elevator doors opened, he was out of there and in front of England's room. He knocked on the door frantically, but received no answer. He pulled out his lock pick kit (which he carried everywhere with him for various reasons) Once he opened the door, he searched the rooms in hurry. Noticing England's favorite book on his side table and the now cold tea sitting on the stove, he went to the bathroom. He found nothing. He went to laundry room. He found nothing again. But when he went to the bedroom, he found England lying on the floor in a puddle of his own blood, barely breathing.

Thinking quickly, he raced to the bathroom and grabbed the first aid kit. He pulled the disinfectant and cleaned the wounds thoroughly before grabbing the gauze and began to tightly wrap his arms with it. To finish it off, he used medical tap to keep the gauze in place. He sighed in relief. Picking up the frail man below him, he placed him on his bed, beneath the covers.

Prussia sat on the bed with him. Waiting for England to wake up, he had several questions he wished to ask. He was stroking the others hair unbeknownst to himself and was staring at England calm, sleeping face.

After several hours, England did wake up. He looked around dazed and confused. Shouldn't he be dead right now? He wondered to himself.

"Good evening sleepy head…" He heard someone say. He looked in that direction and was surprised to see Prussia. "Prussia…?" Prussia only grinned. "Who else were you expecting?" He asked, joking around. England was a bit speechless. So Prussia spoke instead. His look went from the normal joking around egotist to a stern and angry one. "What the hell was that?" England didn't reply. He only looked away. "You could've died!" he shouted at him. England still didn't reply. "I was eating a perfectly nice breakfast just to hear that your ass was planning to commit suicide. What the fucking hell were you thinking?!" Prussia shouted again.

At first, England still didn't reply.

"I wanted to die." He said finally.

"WHY?!" Prussia Yelled.

With tears pricking his eyes he said "Because I'm just a blight on the Earth that everyone is just ignoring. Im not loved, not wanted, not needed, I'm hated. Ignored. "

Prussia was quiet.

"Nobody cared about The United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland. I burden everyone else with my petty insights and boring lectures. They think I'm insane. I'm just pathetic and useless and you didn't care anymore. So I thought, why not just fix the problem and die? "

Finally Prussia understood. "You thought I didn't care?" he said quietly. England nodded.

Prussia pressed his forehead against his, showing his rare side of affection. "I've always cared….I thought you didn't care when I was dating America. At least until I was told why you weren't talking to me." Prussia said with a caring and loving tone. England didn't reply but he did let the tears fall. "I've always care Arthur. You are my friend, more than that even….I love you so much….SO when you told me how you felt on the voice message….I was …Don't hold it against me….afraid I wasn't going to make it in time." England wrapped his arms around the other and pulled him close.

"so please…don't do this again…" Prussia pleaded.

"I Promise." England said as tears rolled down his face and smile tugged at his lips. "If you will be here with me and care and love me, I will live for you."

Whilst hugging, Prussia Pressed his lips against England's and kissed the man deeply.

Once Prussia pulled away, he found the other had fallen asleep and he chuckled. "good night Liebe."

WOO HOO! WElp this took a little longer than I wanted it to. But I thought it turned out ok! Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this little feelsy fanfic!

~ Thundersgowild