So! This is a revised version of an old story, and I like this one a LOT better ^^;; I hope everyone will like this one, too! Dont be surprised if you see short stories popping out sometimes, I tend to do that!
His tears wouldn't stop, each and every one ripping a new hole in his heart. His muscles ached from the hurt, the pain of remembering. It was again that day, that blasted day. His head pounded with the headache that had been forming all week, slowly building up into a pulsating migraine that wouldn't desist. His breaths came in shuddering gasps as he tried to calm himself down. He was Great Britain, dammit! His pride would not allow him to be so emotional. No he had to hide it. Today he would celebrate, just like every one else. Even though it meant locking away the good and bad memories from long ago somewhere deep in his head, he would do it.
He would do it for the one and only person he could imagine ever being able to make him sob like this. The one person he held a special place for in his heart...And revolution be damned if he wasn't going to pull through it and congratulate him like a man, like an equal with respect.
England pulled himself up, out of the dark cave, out of that lightless room where memories were set to rest for just this moment. Forest-green orbs looked up to the rainy sky, sun shining through and letting in patches of daylight. Today, he would free himself of this yearly curse. He would not let himself crumble and fall again.
The Brit stared up into the sky, letting the rain fall freely and wash away the salty trails left on his face. His head pulsed still, but his heart was mending. And today, the anniversary of his defeat, he was going to let it spill from him, his emotions, his feelings, his heart.
All of it, for that silly, infuriating, stupid, fat American.
Because he loved him enough to watch him fly free. And he knew that if he let him go, he somehow would come back. And on that rainy day, so many,many years ago, he let Alfred go out into the world a fledgling, small and fragile wings barely able to fly.
He returned a soaring eagle, dancing on the wind with strong wings to carry him.