EDIT: Thanks for the reveiw! lol I was in such a mood that I forgot how to spell! Well, I've changed the udders to utters! MOO BITCHES! MOO!
Rain came in sheets over the not so barren field...
Soldiers behind him, guns raised in a neat line. A soaked uniform, staring straight ahead.
Another stood before him, no one to defend him. All alone, in a dripping uniform, he was chilled to the bone. Shivering in the icy rain, he stepped forward.
"Damnit America!"
A picture album layed on his lap, his finger gently flipping the plastic pages. Emerald eyes glazed over with what seemed to be regret as they scanned the treasures withen.
A blue-eyed child, blessed with a peraly white grin, gleamed on the page. His arm was wrapped around another blonde, whom had the sweetest smile upon his face. Both looked at eachother, such love in their eyes.
The green-eyed one sighed and flipped the page, only to see more heartbreaking photos.
The blue-eyed child was grown up, clad in a new tux, and had a small frown on his face, as if he didn't approve of the clothing. He was looking in a mirror, with a glint of annoyance in his eyes.
In another, the blue-eyed child had his arms around the blonde again, a more loving smile on his face. The blonde snuggled up against him, eyes closed and smile sweet. Both of them seemed to be sleeping on one another. Both of them seemed to like it...
The green-eyed one could take no more. He slammed the book shut and stood, letting it fall to the floor. The house seemed to shake as he fled from the room, tears in his eyes. He stopped in the kitchen, running a hand through his blonde hair, and jerked open the utensil drawer. He grabbed the largest kitchen knife he could fine and pressed it against his bare arm.
He fled from you...
Aah...
He ran away, claiming he was independant...
Aaah! ...
He took your love and threw it away.
Nnggh... Aah...
Threw it in your face! He didn't deserve it...
... Nnnn...
Ran off without a word... And now look at you...
Sss! Aaah! ...
Sobbing like a baby, all because he never loved you...
Nnggh, aaaah!!
Now he tries to reach to you, yet you push him away...
Aaagh! Nnn...
You're afraid he'll hurt you again...
Aaah! AAAaaah!
So you push him away, hurting him in the process...
AAAAAAAAAH!
The knife clattered to the floor, blood following it.
England dropped to the floor, clutching his bleeding arm and sobbing. A barely audible 'Alfred' passed his lips, as if calling for the other country.
Maybe you never deserved his love in the first place...