Red Sam
America sighed, relaxing and allowing his perpetual grin to die. He was home, the only place in the world where his true colours showed. The world felt like it was crashing down around him. No matter what he did people still hated and blamed him. The yell and scream and insult when he helps, but when he doesn't they yell and scream that he doesn't care and should try harder. He was sick of this. Sick of it all. He had no real friends, just counties in it to help themselves. His economy was suffering, his people, constantly bickering. Stupid radicals claiming they're right when they're far from it. He was done. Done with the fake smiles. Done with the real emotions that he couldn't show. Done with it all. Besides who would care if he was gone? Just those who couldn't gain anymore from him. Damn free loaders.
Here I stand, empty hands
Whishing my wrists were bleeding
To stop the pain from the beatings
He took a deep breath. It was only one twitch of the finger away. Just one little movement and he could be free and the world could continue on without him. Just one little move. But before he could, a sudden warmth enveloped him. Had he already done it? The warmth was such a contrast to his frozen, empty soul. He could hear a voice. Far away, pleading, pleading for something. Is this death? Its so nice.
And here you stand, holding me
Waiting for me to notice you
But who are you?
"W-who…?" A cracked voice left the broken man's throat. Hot, salty tears poured down his face and mixed with cooler ones. Again he questioned, "Who…?"
You are the truth
Out-screaming these lies
You are the truth
Saving my life
The gun fell away from his cold hand. Was this his guardian angel? Was this the reality of death? Why hadn't he done this sooner?
The warmth of you embrace
Melts my frostbitten spirit
The warmth cleared his thoughts a little. Why had he let the negative get to him? He had a good friend. A friend he always consoled and helped. A friend he had always listened to. Those where the happiest moments. Just being there for some one. Feeling needed. But his thoughts closed in around him again. But, why hadn't his friend been there for him? Did it matter? But then again, his fake front was so real his friend hadn't even needed to feel any concern. It was all his fault. He had fooled his friend and himself.
"Why... why do you care… at all?" He asked the warmth and his closest friend. Laughing he spoke the truth that he had hidden for so long.
"I… love you…"
You speak the truth and I hear it
The words are 'I love you'
And I have to believe
But who are you?
"You… Stupid, I love you…" The voice replied tinged with a slight British accent.
You are the truth
Out-screaming these lies
You are the truth
Saving my life
"Thank you…"
My hands are open
And you are filling them
In the air, in the air, in the air, and I worship, I worship,
And I worship you
America drifted into a blissful darkness, pistol far from his reach. His cold emptiness filled with the new warmth that had come to him. Was this death?
No, this is life.
You are the truth
Out-screaming these lies
You are the truth
Saving my life
This is love.
OOH SO DEPRESSING I KNOW. Blegh, all of the views above aren't directly mine, so don't flame me. They are just views that exist. Yeah... This one is Alfred's POV the second one is going to be Arthur's POV with the song 'There For You' also by Flyleaf.
Red Sam © Flyleaf
Hetalia © guy who's name I can't spell OR pronounce
