Beneath the blackened Waves
A/N:The biggest inspiration for this story was the songs 'The Poet and the Muse' by Poets of the Fall.
I'm going to post other inspirational songs above each chapter.
This story is going to be a lil' different…
You are my only motivation, reader.
"It's such a pity… human kind had so much potential…"
I felt how blood dripped down from my chin. The hands of the old lady felt wrinkly, but soft and cool. Her words could have been filled with more meaning in such a moment, but then I saw into her normally brown eyes. The chocolate brown changed in the background into a violet, dark blue, green, seemed to change into every possible existing color, I believed to see stars, planet, whole galaxies in it. How they arised, how they vanished, I thought it was going to break my brain, kill me. How would a human deal with that, if I couldn't handle it? Her smile was warm, like a sun, a star, sad broken love in her eyes, all my organs broke, my heart, my breath hitched, I felt all the blood running out of my mouth, mixing with my tears, my soul shattered into an endless amount of shards, dissolved.
It was ok like that.
I couldn't handle this inner pain anymore…
The only thing was… it was really a pity about human kind.
Poor human kind – you could have done better.
"America! Wake up, dammit!" England and France tried to calm the bashing and treating nation down, but Alfred only screamed like he was dying while lying on the conference rooms washy blue carpet. Feliciano hid behind Ludwig and buried his fingernails in the uniform of the bigger one.
"What is with him?", he quietly asked. He asked the question that was popping up in everyones head. Not only just now… Since a while America was different – he had changed, but nobody had dared to ask him if everything was alright.
England stared unbelieving at his former little brother, when he saw the glistening tears that trickled down Alfreds cheeks – wasn't the best decision, he realized as he got slapped by America into the face. France got kicked into the stomach. Ludwig made a step forward to help them, much to Felicianos discomfort.
Suddenly the blonde man got shoved aside – to everyones surprise Russia grabbed America by the collar and dragged up into a face to face position: "America!"
Addressed one choked for air and once he felt Ivans scarfe under his fingertips he rattled: "Our fault… our fault… our fault…"