The Sky Cries
Summary: England finally acts.
It's been raining all morning.
England could still remember this day twelve years ago. There was a meeting in Tokyo that had just finished. As the countries trickled in America had sat near England who had promised him breakfast at McDonalds.
England had been yelling at America for being obnoxious and America was laughing happily. It was out of nowhere that America's laughter turned into screams and his left leg had shattered. England still has nightmares over those screams and watching the bones splinter through America's other leg. And all he could do was watch.
America had been in the hospital for an entire year. Despite his suffering, he had been helping the President help their young home land heal. America wasn't ever the same, to everyone else he was miles and giggles and they believed it but England knew better. Beneath that happy shell was a broken core and once again, England could do nothing.
Today, England would do something.
America was kneeling in front of the memorial stone, on his hands and knees; trembling and loudly sobbing. England sighted softly.
"Oh Meri," he whispered.
No more hesitating. England walked over to America and gently pulled him from the ground. America whimpered and hugged his big brother, shivering from the rain that did little to hide his tears.
"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry," America whispered over and over like a prayer.
England began to softly sing.
'God bless America, my home, sweet home.'
End.
May all be at peace today.
