Song: Abandoned by Alexander Rybak
England stared out the window blankly; his eyes searching. Waiting.
What should he do now?
He certainly couldn't go anywhere in his condition, dazed and with 3 fractured ribs.
I don't want to be abandoned
I don't want to curse your name
How long had he slept after?
He was still tired. His eyes itched.
Sighing, England rubbed his eyes with his palms, hoping the pain in his heart would go away.
But it didn't.
Tears rolled down his cheeks, his hands still covering his eyes.
I don't want to feel the sadness
Pretending that I'm still the same
He clutched his head, "Damn it, America...Damn it..."
A/N: I have no excuse for this one |D;; Um...Yeah.
Post-revolutionary war, England's barely recovering and stuff.