Flying
"It's easy to fall in love but hard to find someone who will catch you." –Anonymous
England couldn't take it anymore; his life wasn't looking up like it used to. France had scared England, tried to rape him, luckily England had gotten away but he needed a hero, so he confessed his long held love to America; in hopes of warmth and protection. But, America rejected; had laughed at first and then yelled at England in disgust.
England, though more broken than ever before, waited for America. He thought and hoped America would turn around and come to him; he did but bad things happened. America was mad, starting to yell at England and had even hit him! England shattered at the malice and disgust in his eyes. He couldn't live anymore. What was the point without his true love?
England looked over the bridge to the loud and busy freeway.
'Maybe he shouldn't-.'
'No! He couldn't think of it that way! This was just a doorway to another life; a better life!'
'He'd be happy…'
England closed his eyes and held his arms out; he fell head first…
'Wow…'
'I'm flying…'
Crunch!
'Good… bye…'
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