The forest. What a wonderful place, surrounded by nature and animals, the forest sure is perfect for the type of person that wants to be alone. In the forest, there is a home, far away from the crowded, busy cities of The United Kingdom. Arthur Kirkland returns from another busy day.
*Krreeek*. The high pitched sound echoed throughout the home, as he pushed the front door open. Moonlight and the cool night air pushed its way through the doorway. "Agh. Another busy day." he said as he entered the house and quickly closed the green colored door behind him.
All his days were busy; he was a country after all. He was England. The country once ruled by dear Queen Elizabeth. The queen was very kind, but had strength like no other. Tragically, his queen died, which meant it was his job to take care of his people. They need protection, entertainment, medicine, and anything else. If he couldn't somehow create what they wanted, he had it ordered from other countries, like Chinese food, Japanese comics, or Disney musicals, stuff that he himself wasn't very fond of. England would do anything for his people. Even if it meant he had cooperate with other countries.
"Hgh. Days just seem to be getting tougher and tougher." He said as he began walking up the stairs in the dark. Eager to get some sleep, England began to take off his clothes as he walked up the large staircase. Although he lived in the woods, that didn't mean he didn't like fancy things, like enormous staircases. By the time England reached the top of the staircase his top half was bare. His green jacket and white shirt lay on the stairs in silence.
England took two steps away from the staircase and was in front of his door. His room was right near the staircase. Why? Well that because there was only one room. England, although he loved his people, he really enjoyed being alone. He was able to live comfortably in his house in the woods. He could talk to all his magical friends, without being called crazy. But today, his friends were no where to be seen, probably because they knew he has been going through a lot lately. England opened the door to his room. His room was large; it had three bookshelves lined up next to each other against a wall, his bed, and huge pictures of his favorite places and things around the world, like the Great Wall of China, the Eiffel Tower, and Mount Fuji. England admired his strengths, but he also loved the strength that his fellow countries had within themselves.
"Finally, time for bed" he said as he took off his leather boots and jumped onto his bed. Not even bothering to get under the covers. "God, give me the strength to defeat my enemies and take care of my people, just as my dear queen had." As England finished his prayer, he laid in his bed in silence. For some strange reason, he began to think about life. 'What is the meaning of life?' He paused, thinking about the question he asked himself. "To follow your dreams? Gather knowledge on the Earth? Fall in love?" Realizing what he said, England grew silent, and stared up at the ceiling. "Hhm. What am I saying? I'm a country. So it's my job to protect my people...... nothing more." With those words floating around his head, England fell asleep.