Disclaimer: Hetalia: Axis Powers does not belong to me. It belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya (I think).


It's all dark when he's gone, when he leaves him all alone. Sheets of rain thrash at the flailing trees, wind slithering up his sleeves like snakes. He is kneeling on the wet dirt, arms limp at his sides, shirt plastered to his chest. He is too numb to think about the prickling goosebumps adorning his skin, or the ice cold raindrops trickling down his neck, or the discarded musket beside him.

All he can think about is him.

America.

England looks at the gray sky, sees the water droplets falling down to reach him. The sky is crying with him, the tears splashing towards the ground, the wind wailing in agony.

He feels the wetness on his cheeks, and pretends-insists to himself-that it's rain, even though he knows it's not. His trousers are ruined from the mud on the ground, and his jacket is ripped and torn, but it doesn't concern him. It's strangely freeing, he realizes, not caring about anything. It's like he is flying away from earth, wings spread out to help him soar, the breeze tickling his face.

And then his remembrance chains him down, pulling him back to earth, slamming him to the cold ground. Because as long as America is alive, England will always watch him closely, always shadow him. Even though they are separated now, it just enforces England's resolve to protect America. After all, the now independent nation will be all alone, having to endure all hardships and troubles by himself.

No.

Not by himself. After all, England will always be there at his side. No matter what.

No matter what.


So this is a little Revolutionary AU I wrote when I was bored. Please review, favorite, and follow if you want. Thanks!

~Ramen-chan