Englands P.O.V
I looked into France's eyes, halfway expecting a glimmer of mercy in them…of pity. Of sadness.
I was wrong. The cool metal of a gun pressed against my forehead, his ocean blue eyes narrowed down at me in a hateful glare. This was what I got for love.
I should have expected it. A weak country, needing a stronger one. Like a leech. One that would believe the others lie. Of love.
This had happened before. Me, loving someone only to have them rear back against me. Me, on my knees, tears making a line of clear against my dirty cheeks. An army behind the one I loved. No one behind me.
Except…America had shown mercy. I wasn't expecting France to do the same.
Slave? Servant? Tortured? Humiliated? Or…killed? It was like the roll of a die, you never knew what it was going to be.
Deep ocean blue eyes I loved looked down at me. Just like before. His face was blurry from the tears filled in my eyes.
"Well,…what are you waiting for Frog? This is your chance." My words filled the air, breaking the deathly mist of silence. I heard a few people laugh. This is what I got for love.
"Angleterre…" His arm lowered slightly, he now unsure of what he was doing. His sapphire eyes filled with confusion. They widened in shock.
"Do it, you bastard," I growled, putting it back on my forehead. "Or I'll do it myself." I continued, my own eyes piercing into his. My finger on the trigger too. This time, his arm didn't move, but his eyes did. He couldnt look at me. To bad. I wanted to die seeing him.
"Shoot him!" People yelled in French. It brought bile to my throat to think of the time I had spent learning the language.
"We fought this war, for the boss, because he thought it would make me, us, stronger. And made the country of love, fight the one he loves. Gun against this mans…or, this boys really…forehead. I am not killing him." He spoke, in rapid French. He had no clue I understood what he was saying.
"Ploting how to do it, eh? Well, don't waste time. I have nothing to wait for, anymore." I spoke, trying to sound bold.
My voice sounded broken.
My heart felt broken.
And my brain? Useless.