Hello! I've been watching sooo many UsUk videos on youtube that I wanted to make my own story. It will probably be about 2-3 chapters. Enjoy!
England stretched his arms up. He had just finished all of his work and had decided to go outside. It felt so great that he decided to just lay down in the grass, like he used to with America. He was just laying there, relaxing, when shadow passed above him. After a few minutes when it didn't move, he sighed and opened his eyes to find America's grinning face inches from his own.
"Hey dude! What are you doing out here?" He said loudly, hurting his eardrums. He brought his hands up and pushed the obnoxious nation away.
"Get away from me, you bloody wanker. What does it look like I'm doing, you twat?" He sat up and rested his weight on his arms. America shrugged and leaned back.
"How should I know dude, I'm not you." I'm not you. England flinched at those words, painful memories flickering through his mind. Don't remember when you've just started getting past the pain. America tilted his head and put a hand on his shoulder.
"Hey, are you all right?" England smacked his hand away and stood up.
"I'm fine. Was there something that you needed?" America stood and grinned.
"I just wanted to give you your invitation personally."
"What the hell are you talking about?" America laughed.
"You know what I'm talking about." England glared at him.
"If you keep talking nonsense, I'm going to hit you." America frowned, looking genuinely sad.
"To my birthday, dude. It's the day after tomorrow." England frowned. As if I could forget. He looked up at America and sneered.
"I completely forgot. Besides, why would I go to your idiotic party? The decorations will be crappy, and the food will be atrocious. You can't even cook, I've seen your cake at Christmas. Besides, I'm busy that day."
"What the hell is up with you today? You never forget important events!" His sneer grew bigger.
"Well, your birthday isn't an important event, now is it? It's just the day when I got to get rid of a useless and pathetic colony. I don't see anything to celebrate there." England took a step back in surprise when he saw a glint of anger in America's eyes.
"Fine, then. I'll just leave you alone. Besides, you like being alone, right? After all, you drove off everyone around you, so obviously you'd rather be by yourself." England's mouth gaped open, shocked.
"At least I don't pretend to be a bloody hero. You can't save everyone." With that, he turned around and ran towards his house.
England sighed as he sat down on the edge of his bed. Why did I say all that? Usually, he would just accept and go and bear it with a smile, waiting until the end when he could finally go home and drink so much that he would be hungover for a week. He didn't dare drink at the country's party for fear of letting his thoughts out and of America finding out what he really thought at those parties, how every congratulation was another crack in his already broken heart. In the beginning, he had used to cut himself, just so he could feel something besides the loneliness that America had left behind when he had become independent, but eventually, he began to put up walls around his heart so that he could actually go on with life and forget the pain from years ago.
Distantly, he heard someone banging on his door. He sighed and put a bookmark on his place and got up. When he opened the door, he found a heavily panting America. He tried to close the door, but America wedged his foot in the doorway. He sighed again.
"What do you want?" America looked down at him, a determined look on his face.
"About what you said before. It's true." England scowled.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"When you said I can't save everyone. It's true. But being a hero isn't about saving everyone. It's about trying your hardest to save who you can, including the ones you love. I want to protect the ones I care about."
"Then I suppose you don't care about me."
"Yes, I do." For a second, England's heart fluttered, but he shook his head.
"No, you don't."
"Why the hell not?" England glared up at him, eyes filled with tears.
"Because you have never saved me before, and you can't save me now." As America stood there in shock, England pushed his foot out of the way and finally closed and locked the door. He turned around, resting his back against the door as he slid down to the floor. For a while, America banged against the door, yelling for him to open it. But eventually, he stopped.
"How am I supposed to save you if you don't even let me in?" He heard America say quietly. He heard him sigh and walk away. When he could no longer hear the man's footsteps, he tucked his head between his knees and began to cry.
Yay, it's done. I'll try to update fast. Until next time! Please review! I like hearing everyone's opinions.