A/N: Hello people of Earth. Or wherever you're from. I wasn't expecting relatives of Tony, but it's alright. Welcome, to my Hetalia fanfiction!
This idea came to me when I was reading the book The 7 Habits of a Highly-Effective Teen by Sean Covey. In the book, there is a poem called There Is A Hole In My Sidewalk by Portia Nelson. After reading that poem, I just had to write this. I immediately thought about Arthur for some reason. Anyways, enjoy?
Disclaimer: I do not own Axis Powers Hetalia, The 7 Habits of a Highly-Effective Teen nor do I own There Is A Hole In My Sidewalk.
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I walk down the street.
It was raining.
"Hey England, I want freedom after all."
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
"I won't allow it!" I yelled as I ran towards America with my bayonet. I originally attempted to stab him out of utter desperation, but I failed at my attempt. Thank god America used his own bayonet as a shield from my deadly weapon, or I would've have regretted that for the rest of my life.
Right when his bayonet simply flew out of his grasp, I quickly pointed the sharp end of my firearm to his head. I could have had shot that instant and there would be no chances of failure from my part.
"F-Fire!" yelled his men, as they all pointed their weapons at me one at a time. Oh, how well I remember all this. I didn't care if they shot me and I died right there. In my eyes, it was just America and I.
He stared at the weapon pointed I had pointed at his head with his sky blue eyes. Those sky blue eyes that gain him the rightful title of America the 'Beautiful'. Those eyes that remind me of the blue skies of his country. Those eyes that were now tainted with the fear I was inducing in them.
Then I sink to my knees. I realise that I can't do it.
I fall in.
"Damn it!" I cursed, as I covered my face with my hands. I don't want him to see me crying. Hopefully the rain will disguise my tears. "I could never shoot you, idiot..."I say. He just stares down at me with those eyes of his, now full of pity.
I am lost... I am helpless.
"You used to be so big."
It wasn't my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.