WARNING!: Suicidal!England.

A/N: I do not own Hetalia Axis Powers

It smelt like death.

The room simply emitted it, the sight, the stench, the atmosphere. Someone was going to die here today.

That person was me.

Why did I, Arthur Kirkland, exist?

To be a pretentious asshole?

I don't want to die, I don't want my two little brothers to run into this bedroom tomorrow morning to wake me up only to find that I cannot do that anymore. I don't want my parents to be emotionally scarred forever with the sight of my corpse and the thought that their own son was miserable enough to take the life that they had given him. I don't want my best friend, Francis Bonnefoy, to visit my house, expecting another round of video games only to find I couldn't play with him anymore. I don't want my birthday to be happen in two months' time - but without me.

And yet, I wanted to leave this world so much it was painful, painful, painful and I had absolutely no idea what was wrong with me because I should be grateful for being alive and yet, every single day is a punishment and a forced facade.

But was the use of me in this world?

My dream, before I became such a disaster, was to theorize happiness. Where it came from and how did humans discover such a thing. Basically, the meaning of happiness.

Looks like it doesn't exist for me at all.

The bottle of sleeping pills sat silently on the bed, beckoning me slowly. As I picked it up, I felt a hand grasp my shoulder.

"W-wha?!" I dropped the bottle, terrified.

I was one hundred percent sure that I had locked the door.

I turned around to face a gorgeous man.

Feminine and petite but I could tell he was of the male gender, he smiled at me gently and grabbed my hand. His skin was warm and soft, radiating pale golden. I stared at him, frightened. How did he..?

"Don't do it," he whispered in my ear, his ponytail blanketing my shoulder. "I'm here."

"A-are you an angel..?" I asked, voice shaky.

He giggled softly and winked.

"Maybe."

I blinked. He had disappeared!

"What..?"

The bottle of pills had disappeared as well.

"How..?" I asked myself as I tucked myself into bed.

I just didn't feel like dying anymore, after seeing that boy.

The next day at school, we had news of a new transfer student.

"In the middle of a term?" I asked Francis. "Why though?"

He shrugged and we both walked to class, discussing how the student would be like. A hot girl? A stoner?

"It can't be," I whispered to myself as I saw who was standing at the classroom's doorway, talking to our homeroom teacher.

But he was there.

"Nice to meet you!" he turned to face me and stuck out his hand, smiling that beautiful smile. "I'm Wang Yao!"

His accent was different, a Chinese one.

"I'm Arthur Kirkland.." I managed to let out, unable to cover up my shock. "The pleasure's all mine.."

Oh, but he was definitely the one who had stopped me from dying.

He was an angel.

fin