A/N ok so this may not be my first fic but it is my first of this fan base. I am not particularly fond of this pairing but it is interesting.
America turned slowly, walking away from the crying man behind him. Rain was falling almost as fast as the tears were falling, or perhaps it was just the rain and the American's mind was playing tricks on him. Just showing him what he wanted to see. "Please don't" whispered England behind him. America glanced behind him, the blond on the ground looked like a wreck. His usually crisp, clean cloth's replaced with a torn and bloodied uniform, "You know I have to England" the American flashed his signature grin, but they both knew it was false, "Please...Just give me this chance England" then America turned walking calmly away ignoring the calls for him to stop. A broken England watched as his Beloved little brother walked away, ignoring his plea's to come home. the country sunk to his knees. He could remember a time when the young blond would come running at the sound of his voice, but those times were long ago, back when he ruled the world back when he had still been great.
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AN i will make this quick. sorry for errors this is sorta a suprise for my 'beta' love ya zombietuba42! who loves this paring. so no corrections. Second flames will be used to light the character of my choice on fire...you have been warned