Hey guy's, so I was just bored and made this, it kinda hit me in the feels IDK if it will to you. It's basically in England's p.o.v. So here it goes, hope you like.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia
This is the story of how I died.
It was a stormy day, the ground was damp and full of mud. My men had tents set up. Still, I persisted them not to attack the...enemy. I don't want to call him that. My boss is angry with me for trying to reason with him. 'It's the will of the people, not the feelings of you', those were the word's that hurt the most. I know what I feel doesn't matter, but it's still not fair, not fair that I don't get but a small say. That's probably how he feels. I only want to protect him though. I'm scared that he'll become like me if he reaches the outsie world. I've already hurt him, I regret that so much. One of my soldier's came in my tent. "It's time" he said. I sighed standing up. Our squad of ten left the camp. Only I have a bayonet. It's only just a safety precaution. I didn't know it because of my swirling thoughts at the time but, one by one my ten men were swooped away, they were probably killed. By the time I had noticed the enemy was advancing on me. I ran of course. I didn't expect it when I found myself faced with them in a field, him leading the way. He almost seemed shocked to see me. I noticed then, it had been raining. I probably had a stupid expression. "Hey Britain" that snapped me from my thoughts, his voice seemed gruff "I'm no longer a child, nor your little brother, all I want is my freedom" he sounded so serious. But I couldn't. I let my emotions take over and lashed out "no. I won't allow it" I ran at him, rendering his gun, he was right there. I could've shot him. I could've let him go. I heard his men yell fire , but they were hesitant and only got ready to shoot if I shot him. Of course I couldn't. His expression was so dumb, like he was hurt that I would point a gun at him. I've killed so many people in the past, but this was different. My knees grew week as I felt hot tears much different from the cokd rain fall down my face as I fell with them, dropping my gun. I didn't want him to see me like this, anyone for that matter. I bet to him, I seemed foolish. "You were so big" I heard him say. That was the gunfire that killed me. He and his men left me there and my men soon showed up on horse's. I told them to take me home. I didn't care anymore, I was dead, he'd won. The next time I saw him we didn't say a word to each other, I only signed a stupid paper and left.
Many tens of years passed. I now see him a lot. He's always smiling and making fun of the rest of our ages. He laughed as Germany scolded him for eating in the meeting again. "Hey, America" everyone just looked at me, most likely because I wasn't yelling and cursing. America looked confused with an 'eh' expression. "I guess I was scared for nothing huh" everyone looked at me funny. "Dude what are you talking about" he asked confused. "No, nevermind it's nothing" I waved laughed at me "you're so weird" ah his smile. It makes me happy, but I also hate it. It might seem like I'm alive but I'm not, I'm dead.