Hetalia Suicide Notes

London Bridges Falling Down... Falling Down... Falling Down.

 Oh bugger. Why am I writing this note? Nobody's going to care. I imagine quite a few of you will be overjoyed when I'm gone.

I'm not sure how many times I've almost done this in the past. At least a dozen. But I've always managed to talk myself out of it. This time, I'm not so sure...

I mean, what's the point? And I'm not just talking about living here. What's the point of any of it? I was an Empire. I was a pirate. And for what? All of my colonies have gone, and they hate me. My only friends I have left are magical, and I'm starting to doubt they're real...

I think I'm going insane. Do sane people see apparitions of their colonies tormenting them during the day? I suppose not... So yes, I've lost it, haven't I? I'm bonkers, absolutely so.

I guess it's not that bad, considering I won't be living with it much longer.

I bet none of you knew I couldn't swim. Well, I can't. Pathetic, isn't it? A former pirate that can't swim. I guess it's just as well. It's make the amount of time I have to struggle for drag out less.

Well... I guess this is it. My last moments will be in the rain, balanced of the edge of a bridge, about to jump.

There are many things I am happy to get away from. My former colonies are not one of them. My friends are not one of them. My family is not one of them.

- Arthur Kirkland, the United Kingdom of Britain and Northern Ireland

 

I've noticed that the first one is really long and these are super short... Oh well. I hope your feels have been satisfactorily stabbed in the face. ^J^