I'm Sorry I couldn't Protect You Guys
Disclaimer: I don't own HetaOni, Hetalia, or its characters. .-.
A/N: I'm in an angst mood, and I thought about America and about his decision to stay with England and Canada in the first time loop of HetaOni. If you don't know what HetaOni is, then you're really missing out.
America watched Italy leave the room, smiling and waving good bye at Italy, who looked like he was about to cry. "Don't worry bro, be sure to send Reinforcements!" He called out, as Italy shut the door. He stood there, smiling brightly before he finally let his smile fall along with a sigh.
Turning, he kept his eyes to the ground. He couldn't look at the two bodies on the twin beds, smiling sadly. America sat down in between them, and slowly forced himself to glance at his brother, his smile breaking some.
Don't worry, Bro! As long as you stick with me, I'll protect you! Because I'm the Hero!
…I-..I…Thank you…
America's hand slowly found its way towards his brother's limp hand, holding it tightly. Firmly, as he smiled at his brother, he squeezed his brother's hand reassuringly. He turned toward England, a lump catching in his throat.
England looked like he was sleeping, like the times when he spent the night at America's house when America was younger. Before the Revolutionary War, before the Tensions rose and forced America to want something that broke the two Countries apart, England looked peaceful as he told stories to America that made him doze off.
…Brother…I promise I'll protect you…
..Hm? America? Are you still awake? I thought you went to sleep!
America let out a slow laugh, as his other hand found England's. He gave it a squeeze, and he closed his eyes as he let out a small sigh. He never knew that it would hurt so much, to watch the two people he loved most die right in front of his eyes.
He could have protected them; America could feel it. But he didn't, and now here he was. Consoling himself, all alone with the two people he loved most dead. Silently cursing his own stupidity, America's heart grew heavy.
Like a weight in his chest, tears stung as his eyes. He wanted to wipe them away, but he couldn't let go of their hands. As if holding their hands was the only thing keeping America alive. Silent tears went down America's cheeks, as he re-encountered his promises he made to them. Broken promises, thanks to that thing.
"I-…I'm so…sorry…" He whispered, hoarse and tired. America heard the door open behind him, and he could feel the chills and heavy breathing that came along with that door opening. He smiled. He forgot to lock it, didn't he?
"I'm so…so…sorry…" He stated, in a louder voice, as the thing came up behind him. America laid his head down on the edge of England's bed, smiling faintly.
"I'm so sorry I couldn't protect you guys."
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