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He had died with a shadow of a smile on his lips. I didn't want anything to ruin that so I stitched his lips shut. I looked at his closed eyes and decided that the green that had been able to see a while back was beautiful, so why not preserve it?

I carefully scooped England's stunning eyes out of his sockets.

As I worked, I had time to think about how much England meant to me, He had sort of raised me. I think leaving me as often as he did and the fact that I grew up fast, for a country at least, didn't really make him much of a parent, he was more of a regular caretaker and that made my love for him pure. Because one couldn't be in love with a parent or even a brother right?

Sighing, I put the eyes in a jar. They had always been beautiful. I got up and realized that England could not be comfortable on the floor, he was dead and yet death had not taken him. It was alright, he'd be with me forever.

Picking up England to take him to my bed, I wondered what had kept England from telling me he loved me. Yes, of course he loved me.. I was the greatest world power! I had done all possible to get here so England would be proud. So, yes, he did love me. From the day we met I knew he could only be mine.

I put him down carefully on the bed, his eyelids had stuck over showing empty sockets. I rolled his eyelids down so that he could rest. I then noticed the blood on his face, something that he wouldn't have liked, so naturally I went for a wet rag to clean him off. It didn't take long to clean him up. I threw the rag on the nightstand near the bed, I just couldn't be bothered with anything that wasn't England. It was odd but his hair was somehow clean and I thought of brushing it. It was always so soft. . .

I just...I love him so much.

I couldn't help myself, by the time I realized what I was doing I was already halfway to his lips and I wasn't going to stop. My lips captured his in tenderness at first, but I got hungry for more. At some point I had gotten on top of him. Each time I pulled away for air I whispered for him. "England, England."

I felt something wet on his face. What were these? Where those..tears?

That's when I realized I had been crying. I couldn't take it anymore I hugged him as if he were my anchor for life, buried my head in the crook of his neck, and sobbed. England was gone, he was never coming back.

Calling out to him, I realized I was in so much emotional pain it caused physical pain. "England!" I yelled through my tears.
"England!" I sobbed " Please don't leave me...please." My voice had gone small, my eyes were closed, and the tears still flowed. I was exhausted.

As I felt my consciousness slipping, I heard a familiar voice "America.."

Cliffy! D=

I think this will be it. I kind of do have an idea to continue it but I don't know if I will.

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