It started out as a mourning. It ended as an insanity.
A mourning for a love long lost.
A mourning for one killed.
Killed by who?
England shook his head, because, really, nothing ever made sense anymore. Who was the one really hurt during the Revolution? Who was killed? Peasants and lords, women and men, everything except for the countries themselves.
But why was this so?
Why were the countries not killed alongside? No, they were. They were killed off. They were forever gone.
And England knows; he tries to avoid it, but no matter what, he can place this blame on himself, because he let the United States kill his happiness; his love.
His love that was wasted on the young boy.
So he wants to destroy the arrogant arse today standing before him, but he just can't, because then he's thinking of those small, bright eyes which used to sparkle at him-
And this is all overwhelming him, because everyone except the personification of the United States himself, knows that England loves America; not the United States.
And England wants to preserve the memory of the wonderful boy which he held in his arms so much, that he'll destroy anything that'll change his opinion otherwise.
After all; America was gone, and the United States was here.
Those were his only treasured moments he had left. The only things worth living for.
So he'll destroy the United States.
He'll constantly insult him, berate him, because the United States is not America, and England loathes the United States so much that he just wants to tear the U.S. apart so that maybe he'll find a little bit of America still inside of him. Because why did America have to be gone? Why was the United States here instead?
"Igirusu-san, are you alright?" A quiet country stares at him, silently worried.
And he laughs. He lets out short, barking laughs, not award he's scaring Japan.
Of course he's not alright. The only one beloved to him is gone.
"HAHAH! ENGLAND! GUESS WHAT HEROIC PLAN THE HERO HAS IN STORE TODAY!?"
And England can't hold it anymore, and he's seeing red, and he's already jumped up and rushed towards the arrogant fool in front of him, hearing all sorts of clamor and shouts from the countries near him as they try to stop him, but he just can't do it anymore, and he's-
And he just wants to strangle this nation, because this is not the America he wants, and how he hates this fool in front of him, and he just wants to scream-
And then this horrible, repulsive man in front of him is crying, leaking out tears, bitterly choking his name, and England thinks about how the U.S. deserves it, for taking away his America, and he has never felt as cold as he is right now-
"He's hysteric!"
And he just wants to murder everything right now, start the Apocalypse, and kill off everyone, because they all have something to do with the U.S., and he's the enemy, and he just wants to cry, to die, to kill, and to forget everything but-
But he can't.
And like America, he's considered forever gone.
A/N
...Holy crap, I suck at writing Hetalia. XD I actually have a lot of reader inserts on DeviantArt, under the name "Shadowofeons" but I can't write actual fanfics about Hetalia now. XD I actually really love having characters turn insane with hatred and stuff. I don't know why.