Hello people. This is just a little something that I thought would be good to put on fanfiction. I had a similar idea for another story, but I thought that I could play a little with Englands emotions. Yeah I know. I'm not nice

After the meeting some harsh things were said. Sure harsh things were always thrown between the two of us, but things had gotten a little out of hand and ended up with the two of us storming out in opposite directions without so much as a thrown punch. You knew it was bad when it didn't end out in a physical fight. One trip back to London and I was fuming. Who did he think he was? I couldn't wait to just get home and-

I looked up. Dark clouds loomed overhead as the light rumble sounded. I absent mindedly drew in a long breath. I picked up my pace. It was going to rain. It was going to rain and I was going to get wet if I stood out here any longer. It was going to rain and hopefully not be as loud as it was predicted to be.

-France-

I paced as I took another sip of the wine in my hand. Who did that arrogant Englishman think he was? It was low even for Him. Sure things were passed back and forth, but he started it. If he wasn't always so stuck up and selfish things would be better for everyone. Always thinking about himself. Like some toned down Prussia. How could he? No how could I just take that? How could I just walk out and leave it like that? That was it. I set down the glass of wine I had been nursing during my mental rant. I was going to go over there and tell him off. No no. I'd be the good guy. That would annoy him so much. He'd apologize. I'd apologize. THEN I would tell him off. Yeah. That was it. He'd see. I'd show him. Getting him to admit that he was wrong and rubbing it in would definitely give me the upper hand. It was perfect. Perfect… or maybe I just had too much wine… na. It was perfect. I was perfect and it was going to happen. I spun on my heel and headed toward the door.

-England-

The sound of rain was unsettling. It struck violently against the windows and roof. The weak crash of thunder made me wince. Then it went back to just the rain. I laughed dryly at myself. It was just a little storm and that was all. Nothing bad could possibly happen. It was a cool night with a little rain. Nothing was going to happen. I was being stupid and I should be ashamed of myself. I was strong. I was not going to let myself be fooled by the mood of a storm. Nothing was wrong. Nothing was going to happen. Nothing was going to happen and that was final. I grinned, feeling slightly more confident. I turned out the light.

Bang!

I yelped and I was no sooner on the floor. I covered my head as I dared to look up. What was I doing?

Flash!

My eyes widened as I saw the shadows morph before the light that had lit the room faded and I was left blind. Left to wonder just what exactly was hiding in those shadows. My mind quickly jumped to soldiers. Enemy soldiers. World War two. No. I shook my head. No it is Not real. It never is. It's not real. None of it and I'm acting stupid. I-

Flash! Bang!

I drew in a sharp breath. Bombs. I was getting bombed again. Blood. Pain. Panic. Fear. Isolation. Everything was destroyed. I was losing. I was… alone. No allies. No help. Nothing. Nothing but the falling of bombs. People screaming. Crying. Despair. Strangled howls of agony filled the air.

Bang!

They were drawing closer. I wasn't going to survive. We were done. I was done. It was over. It was all over. Soon. Soon we'd all cease to exist. I'd cease to exist…. And noone would care.

Bang! Flash! Bang!

They were drawing in. Hiding in the shadows. I let out a very uncharacteristic whimper. I searched desperately for a place to hide in the darkness. Anywhere. I had to hurry before they saw me.

Flash!

In hardly a few seconds I was under something. Everything was a blurr. Everything was moving so quickly. Too quickly. I couldn't keep up. My head was spinning. I was dizzy.

Bang!

I curled up and hid my face to block out the view of the men in the shadows. How had I fallen to this? I used to be so strong. I used to be great and now I was weak and scared. I had managed to do things alone for so long. I hadn't needed anyone and now I was broken and crying. Wait. When did I start crying?

Bang! Bang! Flash!

They were looking for me. I bit down on my lip to stifle my pathetic crying and whimpering. I was bloody and beaten and now cowering in fear. My wounds ached and burned. I was shaking horribly and I had to wonder just how I was still conscious with all the pain and blood loss. The blood… It was going to lead them right to me. Why hadn't I thought to do something about that before hiding. I was laying in sticky blood and dirt was clumping up and sticking to me. My clothes were torn and dirty. I was a pathetic sight.

Bang!

Things were being tossed and broken. Where was I? I didn't know. My head hurt horribly. The gash I had struggled to bind with shaking hands hurt just like the knife was still in my calf. Like someone was twisting it. Someone please help me. I'm so sorry for everything. Please don't leave me behind. I don't want to die alone. I didn't want to die at all. I was panicking now. I could feel it.

Flash!

They can see the blood. Please just leave me alone. They're going to follow the trail I left. I knew it, but I didn't dare look. I could taste blood. So much blood. So much desperation and despair. So much fear. So much destruction. Why couldn't I be stronger? I was starting to hyperventilate so I bit down harder to try and get a hold of myself.

"England!"

Bang!

They were taunting me now. Trying to draw me out. They knew where I was and they were going to try and fool me into thinking I was safe. I wouldn't fall for it.

"England!"

Flash!

Just do it already. Please just put me out of my misery. Just take the pain away.

"England?! Are you here?"

I whimpered. Stop mocking me. Just stop.

"England?"

Bang!

I could hear them drawing closer. No doubt they could hear my pathetic whining and sniffling. I could hear their steps. Slow. Slightly cautious. Probably due to the fact that I was like a cornered animal. I screamed as I felt a contact on my bruised back. The contact withdrew instantly.

"...England?"

They sounded unsure. Did I not leave as much blood as I thought? I swallowed the crimson liquid that had slowly been building in my mouth. The coppery taste made my stomach flip. I curled tighter into my little ball.

"What are you doing under the bed?"

What was I doing? Hiding from you and your little friends. It's your fault I'm dying here. Did you think I just stay out in the open and be found and killed right away? Idiots. All of them. Cruel idiots.

Bang! Flash!

I yelped. I mentally cursed myself. Why was I still getting surprised by those sounds?

"... Are you-"

"Just do it already." I rasped.

"Huh?"

Bang!

I flinched. "Quit torturing me and kill me already." I shook as I tried to hold back the sobs that wanted to break free.

"What are you talking about? Kill you?"

"Please. Have mercy. I don't want to be in pain anymore."

"You're hurt?"

They sounded alarmed. Why? Were they stupid? I mean even if they hadn't been a part of the group to leave me in this state at least anyone could see it. Even if they were blind they could probably smell the blood. Though I couldn't think of a reason they would have a blind soldier.

"Angleterre, where are you hurt? What happened?"

I stiffened. A-... Angleterre… French…

Bang!

I just caught the 'oof' as I jetted out from under my cover and into the Frenchmen that I had never been more happy to see in my life. My injuries painfully protested, but I didn't care.

"Y- you came b- back for me!" My voice came out as hiccups and I was well aware of how weak I looked, but he came back for me so the humiliation was worth it.

"Back? What are you talking about?"

I could feel the hesitant arms around me. He was confused, but I suppose that made sense since I had never appeared so weak before. I would have been confused as well. Surprised even.

"P-please help me-e. I'm s- sorry for everything. Just help me."

I could feel a shift of movement so I tightened my grip on his clothes. Just like him to skip out on the military uniform in the middle of a war. I tried to tune out the banging of the bombs as best as I could.

"Don't go! I- I don't want to die alone!"

"I don't understand-"

"If you can't save me please just put me out of my misery! I don't want to bleed to death! I don't want to die by their hands!"

"You're not making any sense. Who are They and What are you talking about?"

Flash!

I froze. They were all still here. It was a trap. They're going to kill France too.

"I'm sorry." I broke into fresh sobs. "The Axis soldiers are still here."

"...What?"

BANG!

"The bombs are getting closer." I drew in a sharp breath.

The vibrations of the blast shot through me and up my spine as a shiver of fear.

"England. England, snap out of it. There are no bombs, there are no soldiers, the war ended Years ago."

"Stop! Stop! It hurts!" I begged as he shook me.

My wounds were screaming now. He quit. He seemed distressed, not that I wasn't.

Bang!

I clung to him. I heard him sigh. We were going to die. I had dragged him down with me.

"I'm sorry. I killed us. If you live tell everyone I'm sorry too."

I felt the embrace return.

"It isn't real." He spoke much softer than before. "I don't know what you're seeing, Angleterre, but I promise you it isn't real."

Flash!

"They're closing in." I hiccuped and my voice cracked as I hid my face in his chest so I wouldn't have to see it coming.

"No they're not. It isn't real."

Bang!

I gasped sharply as I felt the impact on my back. We were going to be beaten to death. I was going to die here with France. Another strike and I called out.

"Stop! Please! I surrender! I surrender!"

Flash! Bang!

The grip around me tightened. It was painful, but it was welcomed. I assumed my grip was hurting him somewhat as well.

"The war is Over. England, listen to me. There is nothing there. Whatever is happening in your head isn't Real and can't hurt you. We are in your room in London. No where else. There are No soldiers. No bombs."

I howled in agony. Why wouldn't they stop?

"France. Make them stop. Tell them I surrendered."

"England, Listen To Me."

I whimpered and dared a glance up. His gaze was serious.

"You need to come back to reality. None of what you're seeing is real."

Bang!

I flinched again.

"Focus. Don't pay any attention to it. Just listen. Where are we?"

"I- I don't know."

"We are in your room in London. Understand?"

I nodded though I had to wonder how I got here.

"Ok, now what do you see?"

"Darkness. They're hiding in the darkness… It hurts…"

"No. You're wrong. There is nothing there. We're the only two here. The only damage that was inflicted was dealt by you."

Me? I kept my gaze on him.

"You bit down on your lip and made it bleed. That's All. Got it?"

"Bu- but-"

"Got it?"

I nodded.

"Good. Now you need to focus on what's real. We are in your room in London and there's a thunderstorm outside. No bombs. Nothing."

"Th-... thunder… storm?"

"Yes. A thunderstorm."

I pressed my face back into his chest and clenched my eyes shut. It isn't real. It isn't real. It isn't real. We stayed where we were for a while. I was silent. He just kept reminding me of what wasn't real and what was over and over again. Promising that there was nothing there. And I… Despite the pain… I believed him. I believed the frog. The Frenchmen. France. So I just kept quiet and endured what was supposeably mental torture as I just focused on what he was saying… And ever so slowly… it stopped. And I slept.

I thought of naming it The Difference Between Thunder and Bombs at first, buuuuut that would have been Too obvious as to what was going to happen so yeah... Anyway... Shall I continue with the emotion playing? -Evil snicker and gets glare from England-