NOTE: This is a sort of an introduction. It is England's POV and some people might think some bits are UsUk though it is more parent/child. This is my first time doing this so if I have made any mistakes tell me. Thank you for reading, reviews and PM's are welcome.
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It was the Fourth of July and England's plane had just landed. It was going to be great, he would be in Italy and maybe for once maybe the pains will not come. He would enjoy the gorgeous beaches with a transparent ocean trying to devour the soft sand in between his toes; the back streets though dangerous were friendly with plenty of quite cafes to read his novels to his heart content and best of all he was far away from him. His shoulder felt some sort of pressure causing him blink twice causing the images in front of him disappeared, to revel a modern airport in New York.
"Are you alright?" A security guard who was guiding him asked, England's eyesight flickered to his shoulder to see a tanned hand placed their before looking at the concerned young man whose name he did not bother to ask for.
"I am perfectly fine thank you." England huffed moving forwards letting the hand slide off his thin shoulder, he could not afford to look fragile in his already deteriorating state. Why now he thought looking up to the grey ceiling, his boss told him an emergency meeting had been called and it was compulsory for all the nations to go even micro-nations had to attend, personally he wandered why his boss was so hell bent on sending him here. He knew it would be more embarrassing for the UK to send him there then to send the prime minster in his place. There was also the thing about the micro-nations have to go as well why do they need to come were the ex-nations also going to be their also? His mind was fuzzy like static on a television as was his sight; he was staggering throughout the airport trying not fall flat on his face. His mind full of doubts of what was to come.
England got through the airport in a matter of minutes and was hurried into a black porch. He was glad for once to be a nation. He felt pity for all the humans who had go through the stress of the airport after such a long flight. He was dropped off a few minutes later with a heavy hand luggage bag which he used to help him stay up right while walking. As soon as he shut the car door the porch raced off and in a matter of seconds could no longer be seen. America's mansion was near the airport but surprisingly was on its own in this huge city or maybe it was just he bought all the land around here, England noted surveying his surroundings. It was modern, artistic and was defiantly a very creative design. The steel pieces intertwined with one another like the ArcelorMittal Orbit Tower. He never knew he was into this kind of art but then I guess they were not that close anymore and he had changed over the time they had been separated. It was made of steel and glass that he assumed was bullet proof. He sighed knowing he would have to move sooner than later. He walked up to the gates which were the only entrance he could see, the rest of the property was guarded by fences that seemed like they reached the sky. They were made out of iron painted black with red spikes along the top in a row which seemed out of place in front of such a modern and artistic house. Well that's welcoming he thought not wanting to be caught in one of those. He pulled out a card that his boss had given him and scanned it, a light barely visible on the gate doors lit up green and all that was left to do now was open the latch. He fumbled while trying to opening the latch eventually it opened and he began stumbling up the brick path, leading to the mansion. For a moment he came to halt, tress no longer swayed in gentle breeze, shadows took a break from moving with the sun and he could swear he could see a fire fly get closer it was becoming something else…
"Bonjour, mon ami." France announced loudly not noticing England off in a world in his world.
"Frog." He growled back annoyed that the spell had been broken and the fire fly was no longer visible, what was that fire fly, with his back still to France he started stumbling up the path once again. France was not happy with the reaction and jumped in front of him to get the brit's attention,
"Hey Eyebrows! W-what happened?" France's voice trailed off on his last words taking a step backwards, making no attempt on masking his shock. "Angleterre!" France cried reaching out as if not believing he was there. England's cheeks were sunken into his face, dark bags under his dull green eyes, lifeless in look and his forest green uniform two sizes too big. In fact the only reminder of his closest friend and worst enemy was his trade mark eyebrows.
"Ohonhonhon. But you know for a joke you're taking it to far, right? America, Prussia come out it is not funny." France laughed the smile not reaching his eyes as he looking around nervously as if someone would jump out at any minute. So they could laugh at him and then all get told off by Germany. To his horror his complaining only sent England to his knees.
"Please do not say his name." England's voice was hoarse as he pled to France. His left hand was clenching the spot above his heart.
"Are you alright? Of course not I will go help, no. America! America! America get your fat ass out here right now! You want to be a hero so why don't you show us. Are you scared? Yes your scared, scaredy cat ohonhonhon such a coward." France was rambling now having no idea what to do; countries do not get sick like this. His name stop it please, England pled but the words got no further than his head as searing hot pain spread flowed throughout his entire body. A whimper escaped his lips as his world turned black the last thing he saw was that bloody frog. The horror on his face, England thought, it was priceless. Serves him right after all these years, he laughed silently turning into sobs as his mind shuts down.
A flash of white light blinded him. Who is the bloody git who thinks it is polite to blind someone else with a flashlight he thought. Realisation hit him.
"God save the queen, I can see." He laughed the previous pain fleeing from his body. He stood up his cloths seemed to fit as they did a week ago but he seemed slightly smaller. Cheeking the surroundings he found himself in a dark area with a dim lighting though the source of the light he could not see. As he went to move even more lights appeared some brighter than others. They seemed to stretch forever into darkness. Cautious and confused he touched the one in front of him, it was the brightest one he could see. He poked it pulling his hand back quickly as he touched it. It felt warm, friendly even; he wanted to hold onto those feelings forever. Not cold and lonely but happy and loved. A small smile tugged his lips showing off his bright white teeth. His green eyes lit up and his cheeks held a healthy blush. The light floated closer until it swallowed him up but he did not mind he was dead anyway. At least this took away his pain and suffering, he would no longer be in the dark. Then a blur of colour flashed past his eyes as he felt himself falling. He started to worry he was descending faster and faster until BANG his head smashed against something wooden. He fell into a bed and he seemed not to dent the headboard which was incredibly hard. He seemed fine physically but he still felt strange. It was like he was forgetting something but the same part that told him this, told him he did not want to remember anyway. He trusted this and let himself forget. He was a country he was bound to forget something he told himself denying that letting go was wrong. He was in America's house. England had built this house with his own two hands and he was rather proud of it. Though it was a simple wooden design, even the roof was wood, it took years to build and the second floor was especially hard to build but it was worth it. Being here felt like deja vu for some reason he was getting angry at himself now. He was honestly still half asleep and just needed to have a cup of tea that is all, he told himself. He finally finished making his cup of tea for some reason he expected it to be a lot simpler, he really needed to clear his head he was getting frustrated about all these stupid thoughts.
"Morning." America the size of a six year old bounced down the stairs.
"Morning", England replied slowly the tea helped to clear his thoughts. The last thing he remembers was tucking the little colony into his bed even though he knew he would most likely end up in his own.
"What type of pyjamas are those?" America asked scrunching up his face studying him.
"Must have been too dark to see what I put on, though I have to say I have never seen anything like these before and why did I put on boots?" England shrugged just as confused as the little boy. The pyjamas were made up of a dark green jacket with a black Sam Browne belt and dark green trousers tucked into brown knee high boots.
"Why are you up so early anyway?" America yawned looking half asleep.
"It is not early but I can think someone may be scared of ghosts appearing in the middle of the night." England bent down to ruffle the little boys head. The boy turned sheepishly, his cheeks blushing a little giving him a clear answer. He chuckled at the little boys silence and turned to climb upstairs.
"Operation start." Little America mumbled no to happy. After changing out of those strange clothes and eating a proper English breakfast with America. It may have been a bit burnt but that just makes it crispy he thought and America does not complain. Why did he care about this and what that frog bastard thinks? Wait the last time he saw France was ages ago anyway so why was thinking about this? And why all the sudden random thoughts?
"Dam." He complained out loud, allowing his frustration of these thoughts to show on his face for a moment, his mind kept coming up with random bloody stupid problems that he did not care about.
"England?" America pulled on his trouser leg. Immediately he was pulled out of the argument going on inside his head. "Can we go play, can we, can we?" America asked hopping foot to foot not standing still.
"America what have I told you about grammar it is can we go outside to play." Americas hand no longer grabbed onto his trouser leg as he pouted. "Fine." England sighed unable to keep serious with the little boy any longer. America whooped and raced towards the door. "Though first do you want to change out of your pyjamas?" England asked, bursting out with laughter as the boy turned bright red and sprinted upstairs. He was soon back downstairs and running out the door,
"Wait for me." England called out running after him.
He chased the little nation all the way to the wheat fields which there were plenty of in America's country. Then he stopped the little boy who ran head first into the field was smaller than the wheat. England now had no idea where the boy was. He started to think of all the things that could happen; he could get lost and never find his way out or run into a bull they were dangerous if you annoyed them to much or even run off never to be France. Out of all of them the last one scared him the most, it made his heart miss a beat and shiver go down his spine as if someone walked over his grave. Luckily before England had a nervous breakdown the little boy came from behind and called out,
"tag!" Before disappearing again, England let out a sigh of relief before attempting to tag the boy back. They played tag and chase from then on till sunset.
"America come out were going home it is dinner time!" He shouted into the vast field hoping America was not too far away. After a few minutes America hugged the brit's leg. England picked him up and held him like a baby rocking him back and forth while singing a lullaby. America almost seemed to fall asleep.
"What's that over there?" He asked suddenly wide awake. Jumping over England's shoulders from his position in his arms it was not easy but America managed it.
"Wait America." England said already knowing he was not going to stop but made a pathetic attempt anyways.
"Hello friend." America waved. England looked up wondering who was there was it France or even Spain. His shoulder became less tense as he saw a bull. Wait a bull, England's thoughts screamed causing him to wince.
"America!" England ran over though if America heard him he choose to ignore it. America held the Bulls front two hooves and started spinning, as England did to the little boy sometimes. In a circle round and round a six year old and a fully grown bull. England stopped taking this in well at least I will not have to worry on him being bullied too much England thought. It was not normal for such strength as a nation. Finally England spoke up feeling sorry for the poor bull which looked terrified at what was happening, "Let him go America." England told the boy, he complied just not as England expected. The little nation let go off the bull mid circle and the bull went flying out of sight. America's gaze followed the bull with tears in the corner of his eyes sad to see his friend go. England scoped him up and flung him in a circle of his own letting America feel like he was flying. They both eventually feel to the ground laughing, the sun set long ago with the stars and moon now acting as lights. They lied there looking up at the sky. America's stomach rumbled his face going red once again today. "Someone's hungry well lets go back home for some dinner. It is way past your bedtime anyway." England told the yawning boy scooping him off the grass. Normally he would refused to be carried back he was a big boy but tonight he put up no fight as he struggled to keep his eyes open. When they got home America was asleep so England tucked him into bed kissing the boys forehead before going back down stairs. He made himself some dinner, washed up and had another cup of tea with some scones. After that he headed to bed sooner than normal, worn out from today.
When he woke up his head felt heavier with more information than before he ignored this feeling as he felt a bundle of heat clinging to his back. America had at some time in the middle of the night snuck into his room. He had already told him that as the size of an eight year old he needed to go to sleep by himself though he did not have the heart to scold the boy. He enjoyed his company to, the boy looked so cute asleep with that thought he blushed why was he thinking such things, America was a child. England somehow managed his way out of America's death grip and snuck out of bed. That boy was growing stronger every day, England was proud. He put the covers over the boy and walked out of the room. It had been three more hours until America woke up to find himself alone in the bed, his heart sunk. After getting changed he went downstairs to ask for breakfast to find England talking to himself.
"What are you doing?" He asked. England turned around shocked he did not want America to see this; he would think him crazy and ran away.
"I am um. I am talking to fairies." He closed his eyes ready to be ridiculed. Why did he say that? Why did he did he not lie? Idiot, Idiot, Idiot!
"Really like the ones in the books that is so cool can I see them to?" America asked eagerly, England was so touched by the response and bent down and hugged America. He did not care that he could see fairies, he did not laugh in his face in fact he thought it was cool. His heart felt true happiness then. Nobody had believed him other than Norway and that was only because he could see them to.
"I am sorry but it is not up to me but within yourself whether you see them or not." He told the boy who looked sad. "But I can tell you about them." He told him looking to see if the boy was interested. He nodded a quick good-bye to the fairies that sensed it was their time to go.
"Yes." America nodded.
"Now where is your manners?" England asked though to be honest he did not care.
"Yes please." America said excited to hear stories from England. England pulled the boy onto his knee and with a smile and dived into the world of the fey describing things that America only half understood but nod his head anyway. One thing that caught his attention was,
"they are not all nice some try to take others into the other world where they will die. They take special little boys and girls most often, so never go near them America. It will not matter if you are a nation there is no coming back." England started into the blue boy's eyes in all seriousness trying to get him to understand. It was true; the fey world was a whole new playing field, one that even nations had no chance in. America understood and was terrified. If they took special people then what about England? He looked around frightened, someone could take him away and he never come back. He started to cry he did not want England going anywhere. "Do not worry America I will not let them get anywhere near you." England tried comforting the boy completely misunderstanding what was going on in America's head. After that England tried telling America about the nice ones but he did not care he was just worried the evil ones would steal England away. America followed England everywhere now never letting him out of his sight. England still thought he was scared and told him that he would be fine and if he was scared to call out his name and England would come rescue. America had a thought go through his head. He would be England's hero and rescue him from the evil fairies. He sort of forgot that unless they really tried that fairies could not be seen, it was getting harder and harder for fairies to show themselves and some found it impossible. England felt sympathy for them and offered them a home in England most declined not willing to leave but some did take the opportunity and headed to England were they could still be seen. It had been a month and England was getting tired of America's antics. "Seriously America I am just going to the toilet you will be fine." England told the boy wanting some privacy.
"Yeah but what about you." America asked tears falling down his face. "I do not want you to go England." England felt so evil for smiling but he could not help it the boy was so worried over him. He was an idiot for not realising it earlier.
"I will not be going anywhere. I do not want to go anywhere without you either, I know some magic of my own do not worry." He told the boy a tear falling down his own cheek. They both sat there crying, hugging each other and saying they were sorry. Until England realised he really did need to go to the loo and rushed to the bathroom leaving America some time to wonder off.
When England was finished and stood out the door he found an America who looked fifteen year old.
"W-what?" Momentarily shocked.
"You are finally back", America hugged him. He had been away, he thought, oh yes he just returned from a trip to England but it had only been a few years and yet America was taller than him.
"Well someone has done a lot of growing up." England hugged him back though a solitary tear fell down his face though he wiped it away before the young man in front of him could see it. "You have grown up so well." England sounded older for a second as he told America, feeling proud. America stepped out of the hug with a huge grin on his face.
"I have so much to show you." America grabbed the Brit's hand and dragged him along as he did when he was a child. England was glad that not everything has changed.
"I am here for three months so we have plenty of time." England ruffled America's hair as he did as a kid though he did not seem to mind.
"Is that all but we have not seen each other years." America pouted.
"I am sorry America but it was hard to get my boss to agree with three months if it were up to him I would not be here." England sighed running a hand through his messy blond hair.
"What? Well you're staying here and that is final." America told England in all seriousness.
"I will not argue with that." England laughed; he had a feeling that the happy times were going to end soon and did not want to leave. "So what were you going to show me?" England asked not wanting to waste any more time. America brightened up again.
"Well the stables and the town are first. It has changed so much you just have to see it." America said once again dragging the Brit along. England nodded along half listening, half looking around, things really had changed. America took him out to the back of the house were the stables were. In one of the pen a foul lied. "Well um I was getting another horse for you as yours had died." The young man stopped to let England process what had happened.
"Victoria had a good life." He said with a moment of sadness, America nodded before continuing.
"And um well I brought another horse. I left them both grazing together sometimes and um by the time I noticed the new horse was male Georgia was pregnant." He finished quickly going red. England looked at the boy and laughed.
"So you mistook my horse for a female what did you call him?" England was quite intrigued he wanted to know how badly things had gone wrong for the poor horse.
"That is um another problem." America was avoiding eye contact, laughing with his face going redder than it already was.
"Come on America spit it out." England was leaning forwards closer to the young man not wanting to miss the answer.
"Elizabeth." America mumbled. England had heard how could he not when they stood so close but wanted to tease the young man.
"I am sorry I could not here you. Could you perhaps say it again louder?" England asked not being able to hold back a laugh which he quickly turned into a cough.
"Elizabeth! You happy now?" America shouted upset. England could see America was still embarrassed over mistake and comforted the young man.
"It was a mistake anybody could have made do not worry about it America. I would worry more about your grammar." England told the young man trying to change topic.
"Thanks but my language is fine, it's yours that's funny." America told him defensively. England held his tongue not telling him English came from the UK.
"Well what about the town?" England reminded America not wanting to start off the trip with an argument.
"Yes, come on lets go it has changed a lot you've got to see it." America forgot all about the discussion from a few minutes ago. Despite his height and wealth as a country he was still naïve and childish, England thought a smile on his face appearing. "We will have to share a horse. Georgia can't leave Mary yet." America told him. England saddled Elizabeth and got on offering America a hand up. He took it and hugged onto England's waste leaning against England's back as Elizabeth galloped towards the town. They passed a few other town folk who they greeted politely before carrying on towards town. On the edge of town America jumped off greeting people while England tied Elizabeth to a fence. "Hey." He called out to a group of girls who swooned upon his sight.
"Hello Alfred." They called back. England knew America was a young man now but he still did not like the idea of him courting someone. It was not unknown for a nation to love a human, though it always ended bittersweet. He took the chance to survey the town; there were more shops and houses which had at least two floors. More people were milling around the streets to. America walked over to England.
"Hey Arthur come meet some of my mates." He directed him to a bunch of young blokes who we, where outside a bar. "Guys this is an old friend of mine Arthur." America told them he seemed very proud.
"Hello." England greeted them.
"Are you English?" A man with a mop of brown hair covering his eyes asked.
"Yes." England answered asking himself did he stand out too much.
"Wow come to flaunt your fancy ass off have you?" One of the older men snorted. Alfred glared at him and the man soon after he left mumbling a few swears. England was surprised. Did Americans dislike the English so much? Did America himself dislike him?
"Ignore Jefferson he's had a hard time recently from the tax's that's all so how do you two know each other?" Another man asked curiously.
"I found him as an orphan when he was young and raised him." England told them truthfully.
"Is that true Alfred mate, you never told us." Someone called out. America nodded looking to the ground. A few men went over and hugged the young man telling him they were sorry and some shook Arthur's hand thanking him and telling him he raised a good kid. They headed into the bar and to have a few drinks while playing darts. America held his liquor well unlike England who was drunk after just one mug. They laughed as they saw the brit drunk though after an hour so were the rest of them. They sang and danced looking like idiots. The young men considered England as one of their own. They chatted up the ladies and played darts though no one could aim as they were all too drunk. They all ended up siting down laughing and talking about life. England learnt of their families and what they did for a living. They asked about America as a child and he told them about bits and pieces much to America's dismay. Eventually when they sobered down a bit, from the help of the bartender who kept serving them water despite them ordering more beer. America told the guys he wanted to show England the rest of the town so they said there good byes and left. When they left the bar they realised they had missed lunch so America dragged England to a quaint little dinner.
"You have to try there food it's amazing and they have the best desserts." America rambled on and on. The boy's life seemed revolve around food. America opened the door and went inside England followed, it was a cosy place but very busy. America told him it was the best in town as they sat down at a table. They ordered their food, he decided to go for a chicken pie and they chatted about had America been doing and what he had planned for them to do while he was here. They ate and left a decent tip before America told him that he wanted to show him one last place.
"Where are we going now?" England asked.
"Wait and see." America laughed as England huffed impatiently; America planned to keep it a secret. He took him down several lanes and back alleys until they stood in front of a library.
"It has got bigger since I last saw." He said a smile on his lips, England loved to read books.
"That is not all." Alfred told him leading him inside. He took him to the new extension of the building where it had a whole section on the super natural. From books about fairies and magic to books in on selkie's and other mythological creatures. America personally did not believe in the stuff but he knew England did. England's mouth dropped scanning the selves nodding at several books his green eyes seemed to dance in delight while his smile showed off his pearly white teeth once again.
"This amazing thank you." He finally said to America who was proud of himself knowing that England was in love with it.
"Grab some books we have to head back; I do not want to leave Mary for too long." Alfred told him. Arthur ran of getting several books before returning.
"I am ready." He told him. "Are you sure?" America asked serious all of a sudden.
"Yes." England replied. The world around him disappeared along with the books and Alfred.
As a background started to create itself memories flooded into his head.
"Where have I been? Am I dead? Please do not tell me France saw me fall down; the frog would just tease me about it later." He said his thoughts out load not caring who heard. He felt something wiz past his ear. Causing him to looked up, he was in the middle of a battle field he grabbed a musket which was at his feet, not wanting to be there undefended. Bodies were scattered everywhere, the dying offering up their prayers before there world turned black. There was two sides, one in blue and the other in red who were losing considerably. England fell to his knees, it could not be that day anything but that. It cannot be this, please he pled to himself. The three America's from earlier on materialised in front of him.
"You said you were ready." The oldest said before disappearing.
"Just watch and maybe you will finally be freed." The second oldest told him next before disappearing himself.
"Forgive me." The youngest asked in tears before disappearing, he left behind the rain he bought with him.
England tried to move but found himself unable all he could do was watch the scene in front of him. Two people stood out. On in a red coat the other in blue they stood facing each other.
"We want are independence, our freedom!" The blue coat shouted.
"Bull shit, you are a hundred years too young to handle the burden of independence." The red coat laughed. "You could still stop this madness and come home." The red coat told him but they both knew they had already passed the line of no return.
"My home is my country." The blue coat told him as he charged with his musket raised. The red coat dodged the attack easily and tried to stab the blue; the blue swerved out of the way at the last minute then attacked the red again. The red lifted his musket up and sent the blue's flying. The blue was left without a weapon, the red put the musket at the blues throat. The blue swallowed knowing what was going to happen next; the blue coat closed his eyes to terrified to watch. Shacking he waited and when nothing happened he tentatively opened his eyes. The red was on his knees crying the musket on the ground. "What are you doing?" The blue asked uncertain if this was a trick.
"You are the one person that I cannot cut down even if it is to make your life easier, I am sorry." The red told the blue wondering where he went wrong.
"You used to be so big." The blue mumbled turning around. What the red did not see was the blue stopping another blue from killing him. "We have already won no more blood needs to be shed." He told the other blue coats who cheered. Turning his back to the red and walking away, leaving a trail of tears behind. England was able to move now. He just had to watch what he had been avoiding for over two hundred years. He had felt the pain of the colony splintering off. It was agonising not just the pain of a part of you being teared off but the feeling of betrayal. Though England knew now that it would have happened at some point, back then it felt like had been stabbed in the back and he felt the emotions rush over him. Suicide thoughts ran through his head. Maybe he was better off dead no one loved him anyway. No one wanted him, maybe if he hanged himself people would be happy. If he cut himself maybe America would come back. Now he knew better but the thoughts still ran into his head from what the red coat was experiencing. Though it was painful it helped in a way. He was facing what he had been avoiding for over years two hundred years. It was not like America was the only one to abandon him eventually his entire empire left him but America though independent did still care about him. All the times when he was drunk he would take him home and he did eventually help out in the world wars. He needed to put the past behind him he thought. Not just that he had to find a way out of here. Or at least to the Little America to say it was alright that it was bound to happen at some time and he was proud of him. He had grown up into a fine man not the little boy he fussed over but a decent man who was an equal.
"I will keep my word." He heard the second oldest of the trio speak before he felt himself being lifted upwards. The images around him blurred and turned into a flash of colour before he was once again was blinded by a flash of light.
He was back in the real world but at first all he could do was listen.
"I have done all I can. I am sorry but unless we find China there is nothing we can do other than wait." He could here Japan state calmly. It was good to hear his old friend after what had just happened.
"Do you think magic caused this?" He barely heard a quiet voice, Canada he thought.
"For goodness sakes how many times do I have to tell you magic does not exist and the hero is never wrong." America told him calling himself a hero again.
"Amérique why do you find magic so unrealistic when you live with an alien." France was defending him he was shocked, he well also saying magic existed.
"He is called Tony and its completely different dude." America argued.
"Please don't argue." Canada pled.
"I have been meaning to ask, I am sorry but who are you?" Japan asked.
"Canada." France, America and Canada sighed. England laughed. Everybody in the room turned to look at him. He sat up, though he was leaning his back against the wall.
"I will go tell everybody." Yelled a Canada who was clearly excited and ran out of the room. Japan went up to him and did a quick a cheek up to see if he was okay.
"You are fine physically, what happened?" Japan asked calm yet impatient.
"I got stuck in my own memories." England told him, his voice lowering, looking down to avoid eye contact. Japan nodded and headed towards the door.
"The others need to know but I will be back." That left England with France and America.
"Are you alright?" America asked concerned. "I am fine we cannot die so easily." England waving away their concerns. Unnoticed by him France flinched.
"Stupid brit collapses during all this and says it is fine." France huffed. England knew something was off. America placed a hand on Frances shoulder and applied pressure which considering America's strength was going to leave a mark. France winced.
"Well, all that matters is that he finally woke up." America said. A burst of gunshots went off down the hall. "Switzerland." America said grinding his teeth visibly displeased.
"I am not stupid what is going on?" England demanded.
"Are you sure you want to know?" America asked concerned.
"Your still recovering why should we?" France said at the same time worried about him though trying not to show it.
"He deserved to know it will hurt in the long run if don't tell him." America told France not wanting England to go through any more pain. He was a hero he should have been able to save him but he couldn't do anything but wait. He would not drag out the pain any longer.
"I have been stuck in my own memories and you know how bad some of them were France. I deserve to know." England frowned at France, so maybe most of them he experienced were nice. He could not tell what memories were real anymore and he still felt the pain the red coat felt. Most importantly if he did not play this card France would never tell him.
"You went through them all? Angleterre I am so sorry." France face softened. It was America's turn to be both confused and intrigued but he told carried on,
"We are on lock down." More gun fire went off in the room down the hall. France looked at them both before running out the room towards the sound and America continued darkly. "There trying to kill us off."
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