GARY-STU ENGLAND VS. NORMAL ENGLAND (did I mention England is going to be the seme role here? No sexual intercourse, but still~)
Gary Stu:
(America is dying)
"No!" England cried, crystal tears rolling down alabaster cheeks, more sprouting like a fountain from emerald green orbs. "America, my love, do not leave my side! Oh, how could I ever live without you, my one, my only true love!"
America's sapphire eyes fluttered open, landing on England's clover-green ones. "England-" he paused for a hacking cough that wracked through his delicate body. "Please, go on without me… I will see you in another life, and plus, aren't you in love with France?"
"France?" England gasped dramatically. "Never will I love that bloody frog! You are my true love, darling, stay with me, please! I shall use a spell to heal you, giving you my life, because I love you!" he whispered into his lover America's ear.
"No, England, I do not wish to live if you may die. I do not wish to live in a world without love- without you." The younger man replied. Emeralds met Sapphires as the lovers looked at each other, love in their eyes.
"Before you must die, my love, kiss me, kiss me for the last time, so I must never leave your side when you die!" England said, weeping, tears cascading down milky-cream cheeks.
"But of course- how could I leave you without one… last… kiss…" America whispered, leaning upwards so his rosy lips collided with England's. Fireworks went off for the last time, for America and for England, for when he pulled away, America whispered one, last, "I love you, England…" Before he drifted off into the everlasting darkness of death.
"NOOOOOOOOOO!" England wailed, laying the dead body of America on the sand. England wept with sorrow, head thrown back into the rosy-gold sunset sky. He looked back down, brushing away the tears, wrenching the knife used to kill America out of his lover's chest. "If I must live without you, America my love, I choose never to live at all!" Before he plunged the dagger into his heart. His breath hitched, and he fell to his knees. Scarlet blood squirted out of the wound, staining the Briton's shirt. "America…" England whimpered, before falling to the ground, dead, right next to his lover, only to be found and buried the next day by Japan.
AN: ! Oh god, this sickens me! But still, it's very poetic, non? Ohonhonhon- *cough* sorry, went a little France on you there. I actually kind of enjoyed writing this. It made me giggle. :3 I'll be getting the normal one up soon, to heal you. R&R, and please, before you flame, remember that I did this ON PURPOSE. Thanks. :D