You are my sunshine
"England, I had a nightmare." A set of green eyes fluttered open, welcomed by a tear stained face staring straight at him. He sat up, turning the light on with a worried look."What was your dream about?" America didn't say a word. England gestured the little boy over to his bed, snuggling against the bigger man. England could hear the sobs from the smaller figure."America," England said in a more stern tone, "what was your dream about?" He wiped away his tears and spoke softly, "I dreamt that England went away." England was shocked for a brief moment. Going away? How could that be a nightmare? People would pay him to vanish from this world. The blond man gave a soft chuckle, and embraced the small child. Resting his chin on the top of Americas head. "Don't you worry about a thing," talking softly, "I'm right here, I'll always be right here." Still rocking the little boy, a little voice could be heard. "Can you sing?" Not even looking the small child in the eye, he nodded. Taking in a faint breath, England began to sing.
You are my sunshine,
My only sunshine.
You make me happy,
when skies are gray.
You'll never know dear,
how much I love you.
Please don't take,
my sunshine,
away.
England repeated the song, over and over, till America fell asleep. And after a while, he fell asleep as well.
You used to be so great, England
It was raining. The battlefield had been torn to shreds. America was standing before England, with pitiful eyes. "Why can't I bloody shoot you?!" England screamed, tears gushing down his face with no sign of stopping. "Damn it all, this isn't fair!" he cried out. America couldn't see England like this. It was too much to bear. He turned around. "I declare this war is over. From this day forth, America is no longer under England's rule. I declare myself, independent!" Everyone shouted and cheered, walking back to the camps. England hadn't moved, and his tears hadn't subsided. He only uttered a familiar toon.
"You were my sunshine..."
America stopped dead in his tracks.
"My only sunshine..."
He turned around to see England with his head facing the floor, still on his knees.
"You made me happy...hic...when skies were gray.."
America scowled, and left, without another word. England kept singing.
"You'll never know, now..." forcing the words out in between his sobs.
"How much I loved you.." He was alone on the battlefield. Alone in this cruel world.
"Because you took-... my sunshine..." He put a nearby musket up to his head. He had no one. Right? No one would care if he perished. For he was not loved, and had no one to love.
"...away..."
Bang.