Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia. (I know, shocking)
It wouldn't be so bad if he never said anything. If he just left everything as
it was. But he had to.
"America," he had said. "Let me give you one last piece of advice. Stay
isolated. Don't get involved with other countries. Work on your government. That
way, you won't ever get hurt."
To late.
He hurt me. He ripped my heart out just by looking at me. Although he didn't
choose to physically shoot me, he did a damn good job with his words.
Next time, just stab me through the chest, okay?
I don't regret what I did. Of course not. Heroes never regret anything. And... I
don't miss him at all.
No, not at all!
Sure, sometimes, I can picture him coming around corners, going through doors,
like nothing happened. But...
That means nothing! I don't miss him!
If fact, I'm happy he's gone. Now there's no one to tell me to get up early, or
stop slouching, or speak properly. No one nags me for not combing my hair, I can
choose to not wash the dishes. I can stay up late. No one wipes my face or
messes with my clothes or pinches my cheeks and tells me they love me.
And...it's awesome...
Because England is gone. And... I'm happy...
OoOoOoO
OoOoOoO
I knew this day was coming. I knew it. I never should have allowed a colony so
much freedom. It was stupid, careless. And look where it's gotten me.
I don't think I can stand much more of this. Some weekends, when there's not
much work, I think: "I'll have time to visit America!" but then I remember...
Life isn't like that anymore. And while that bloke revels in happiness at his
newfound freedom, I sit at a bar, alone.
As usual.
It'd be a terrible lie, saying I don't miss the lad. He was my little brother,
and he stabbed me in the back.
I regret everything. If maybe I had just talked to him, made him understand...
No. That boy is as stubborn as an ass. Once he makes up his mind, there's no
changing it. Like how he refuses to stop calling biscuits, cookies! It was cute
when he was little, but it started to get annoying. "cookie" doesn't even sound
like a word!
That stupid, daft, idiot. He was all I really had.
Sure, I had other colonies. But they don't mean much to me. They are valuable
resources, and they never had the freedom America did. I have learned my lesson.
Never again.
Because I really miss him.
OoOoOoO
OoOoOoO
America slouched on a couch, his feet on the coffee table (because it's not a tea table).
His hair was matted, his shirt un-tucked. He was a right mess, in other words. But he only looked the way he did because he was still…rebelling.
Forever rebelling.
He wouldn't even talk to his twin, Canada. (Though he rarely ever did).
Canada was still England's colony. England's property.
Day's were lonely and slow. Night were restless and short. He could barely eat anything (by his standards, that is). All he did was work. He had a garden that was as tightly kept as…
as…
As the British army…
AUGH! Why won't he stay out of my head? I don't miss him! I'm happy without him! Alfred thought.
He heard they finished the constitution yesterday. His whole country rejoiced. The final cord was cut.
He was alone…
For the first time in his life.
And that brings us to England. He was a powerful thing at that time, a mighty force to be feared. But he was also a meek human being, who had a broken heart.
When most people's hearts are broken, it is by a lover. But little people have there love ripped from them by a brother.
You see, lovers build their own heart next to your original one. Slowly, slowly, you inch forward and fall in love. So if they were to suddenly take that away from you, you would still have your heart.
You might be crippled for a time, but only a time. Because you are still whole.
But family does not do this. Family resides in your original heart. They are always kept there, tucked away, where no one else can interfere.
Many people can suffer from this kind of heartbreak, like when a loved one dies.
But they never truly leave your heart, it is simply your foolishness that hides them away from you.
No, these heartbreaks can barely be called "break". They are nothing compared to what is truly broken.
Crushed.
Vanquished
Defeated.
When that family member, your own brother, your kin, decides to look you in the eyes as he cuts himself out of your chest,
That is true heartbreak.
They might be able to be put back, but it would be messy and it would never fit just right once again.
Because they crippled you. Unlike the other "heartbreaks" this one leaves you truly missing something. It really is gone.
And if that "portion" of your heart that that one person resided in, was your entire heart, you would surely never love again.
Because, honestly, who can love without a heart?
Not my usual hilarity... But I do like the way this was written. I dare say I'm proud.
But I would still love to read critiques! If you didn't already know, this was based off a you tube video called "I really miss you" by Itzmiracle.
Thanks for reading!
Sorry for any mistakes, I'm American!
-Mallory