My first fanfic about America x England owo and I write really short chapters ; I'll try to write more for next chapter :c

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, only the story plot.

Enjoy though~


"Auther, here's your daily food!" She shouts in a manner of joy.

Though I see nothing but madness hidden in a mask. She sets the plate of food near my door on the floor and leaves me in this cage again. Locked in my room with nothing but darkness. I saw light from a window above a ceiling with dim light, along with a shadow. Admiring that sight which was beyond reach, curiosity grew inside of me. Soon I gotten off my bed with only a warm blanket to cover myself in with white shorts and shirt on. The pure white blanket fend off the coldness in the lonely room. Getting the food in my hands, I ate them quickly to rush back to watching outside. Remembering tomorrow is the anniversary of when I was locked in here when I was a kid. Ironically my birthday too. I believed that I was cursed into being in this household. That my mother threw me in a isolated room, thinking it's better if I don't know the outside world. I may have even become blind. But my curiosity remains, eating my mind away, to know what can exists over these walls. Sitting in my plain and white bed, watching the shadow extend themselves, the light vanishes. And I know that's the signal to go to bed. Mother would knock on my room, in a sweet voice, 'Goodnight'. Yet I felt her threatening me, indirectly commanding me not to escape her. And everyday in the morning, explaining that I can't function without her. That I can't survive with monsters crawling outside this house. In the past torturing her beautiful mind and would most likely do the same to me because I'm her son.

Lastly, sometimes she'll weep to me, saying words, 'We're not free. We'll need each other. Because we're cursed. You won't go away either, right?'

Her question which I had never replied but she'll just go on without me responding like a broken puppet from its strings, 'Okay, Arthur.'

I would lay on my bed and trying not to lose myself. I want to say to her, 'Then are we in the darkness?'

I was afraid to ask my fragile mother because her response scares me, as if making my own assumption a fact. Every words she says, I am reminded of my answer to my own question. Yet the words doesn't take away my curiosity with it. Some days she won't be home at all and that's when she leaves a bunch of food in my room when I'm sleeping. Witnessing her one day, I wonder, 'Why did we have to be cursed?'.


America might appear next chapter ;o

R&R~ pretty please qwq-