I've been SOOOOOOOOOOOOO obsessed with HetaOni lately. I know I really shouldn't be starting a story while I'm currently working on one, but I just had to do this! By the way, it will be explained how they got out, but much later in the story.
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"England, we are going to aprounch stairs soon. Be ready."
England scowled; he knew he was blind, but he was in his house. He knew where things were. It wasn't like he was somewhere else, or he was... their again.
America had been living at England's house ever since they left. It was a sesnible thing to do, with England being blind and America being overprotective. They'd been having a nice arangement for a time. America did most of the chores, made England his food and tea, read to him every night, and England-proofed the house. England didn't do much, he relaxed while he drank his tea and his books were read to him. The days went by peacefully, withour much work and stress. Things were going great, but then England started to grow paranoid.
He started to hear noises, and sometimes, if he really stopped to listen, he would hear that, that Thing laughing at him. He would here the eery "YoUwOnTeScApE!" and it's footsteps. He have nightmares some times and wake up screaming at the top of his lungs. He would be drenched in sweat and panting heavily, shivering, waiting, until his "hero" would flying in through the door (it seriously sounded like he'd broke into it) and hold him tight. He'd anticipate it sometimes, because in those nights, it was just the both of them, together in his 's hold each other and they wouldn't have to worry about any stupid alien-looking Thing going after them because they were finally safe.
Other times, England would grow weary of all the attention that America gave him. He didn't want to always have someone do something for him, he wanted some independence. The irony of this; he wondered if this was how America felt back in his Colonial times. He had come to the conclusion that this is how the Universe was going to punish him for all that he's done. First, it would take away his eyesight, leaving him to the darkness. Then, it would give him this annoyingly, loud American that would tell him every little thing that was around him. It was the perfect punishment, one that he would give to himself if he was the Universe.
As America helped him up to his room, he recieved a good night kiss on the cheek. He blushed as he thought that maybe it would all be OK, if America would be by his side like this.
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