Bold/Italics = England's thoughts/memories


England sighed, his hands clenched tightly around the red outfit in them, tears streaming down his cheeks. He was holding the uniform he had worn when America and he fought over America's independence. He held it to his face; he could still smell the dirt and rain from that day…

"I'm not a child anymore… I want to be free!" The taller blond said.

"I… I won't allow it!" The older country charged at him with his gun. The taller soon-to-be-country moved his gun slightly making England's bayonet go into the gun instead of his flesh. England managed to push the gun from the younger country's hold, and point his gun at America's face, panting.

Suddenly England fell to his knees and dropped his gun. One of his hands fell into the mud to keep him propped up, the other covering his face, trying to quiet the sobs. "You… used to be so big…" Said the younger man looking down at him.

A sob erupted from England's throat and he doubled over his face red, and soaked with tears.

"England…!" A young boy called while running, but he tripped as the country turned to him.

A soft chuckle came from England, one arm wrapped in a bandage that wrapped around his neck to remain propped upwards to heal. He held out his good arm to help the young colony stand. America just smiled and laughed, closing his sky blue eyes.

England dropped his old uniform and wrapped his arms around himself as he desperately cried, occasionally mumbling the names, "America" and "Alfred"

"England… do I have to ware this…?" Said the already tall colony adjusting a bow tie around his neck.

England said something with a scowl.

"Its too formal… ill only ware it on special occasions." America said. He never actually wore it.

England's breaths became labored, and his airways became restricted.

"Wow England! These are really cool!" Said the young colony America, holding a bunch of toy wooden soldiers.

"They all have different faces!" He said looking at each of their faces individually.

England said something again… but it was quiet and everything went dark.

England passed out on the floor of his study, tears still streaming down his face. His breathing became normal as he lay there silently crying in his deep state of sleep.

"England… England… England… England..? ENGLAND!?"

England opened his eyes, he was laying on the cold wooden floor of his study. His eyes focused on a pair of brilliant sky blue eyes. England could see a bit of his own reflection in the glasses worn over the blue eyes. He was a mess, face still red, tear marks on his face, and the right front part of his hair was wet from tears when he had fallen onto his side. "A… America…?" He said breathless.

The younger country smiled and held the older country closer to him. "God… you scared me England…" He whispered.

America put one of his hands on the ground and felt a soft material under his hand. Curious, the country looked and saw the red uniform. America (surprisingly) put two and two together. "England… I'm sorry…" He whispered pressing his lips softly to the top on England's head, but when he looked at the older country he saw, England was fast asleep with a smile on his face.