Taken By You.

Prologue:

I was only 15 not even a teenager when it began. Back then was when it all started… Back then my hands were clean.

"You fucking idiot! I told you not to touch America!" I heard England yell from the other room. I could tell just by the scent the French man was here. I couldn't bear hearing the screams of the broken hearted inside my head. I never really understood…I keep having these strange thoughts you know? I always blamed myself for these fights, all in all they were about me…Right..?

"AHHH!" I woke up smack dab in the middle of the night. That dream replaying over and over in my head. "Get out! Get out!" I yelled softly, tears leaking from my eyes. Just then England burst through the door; His usual dress pants, turtle neck and signature under eye circles. I swear this man never sleeps, just worries about the world and what it's becoming

England sat next to me on the bed, the smell of tea and cigarettes elevating from his sweater. Most people would hate the smell but dear god I loved it. It was home, MY home.

I wrapped my arms around England and stayed like that till morn.

"America, wake up." I heard a soft voice call out to me. "Happy 15th birthday love." I smiled and sat up on my bed. "What are we gonna do today?!" I asked excitedly. England Frowned harshly. "America, I'm going back to sea today.." My eyes widened. "Take me with you! You always said you would!" England sighed and got up from the bed giving me a kiss on the forehead then leaving straight after.

Throughout That day I kept thinking of what could have been. Just then I got my tax bill. "More than last time huh old man?" I chuckled and threw it out to sea. "If this is what you want, I'll give you what you're asking for." Grinning I said to myself. "This is war."

End Chapter 1

Chapter 2: Revelation.

After a month that England had left I started gathering men to join my military. This Our country. Our country America.