My Poor London
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or this character design for the personification for England. However the OC character London is of my own design
The bombs were pouring from the night sky, smashing onto concrete and buildings with a loud explosive bang. Sirens could be heard in the distance. Their loud wail warning civilians of the incoming bombs as if the bombs themselves weren't a big enough indication of present events. England could feel the shockwaves of a bomb that had just landed on the streets above the tube station he was taking cover in. London, in his arms, writhed in pain as the bombs hit the floor. New black and purple bruises started to bloom on her already damaged, pale skin. Her ash grey eyes were shining with unshed tears as she could feel her people die in the Blitzkrieg, symbolised by the blood that trickled out of her nose and the corner of her mouth. England held his daughter closer as her back arched and her lips turned white in an effort not to scream. The bulk of the bombs were now being released from the German planes. The water in her eyes started to break its dam, leaving tiny rivers of tears to flow down her face. The screams and deaths of her civilians was too much for her. She could feel their fear as they cowered from the bombs, the loud noises emitted from the exploding bombs caused her people stress and there was no relief, as no one knew whether the next explosion would be the signal of their own death. She could feel families being torn apart and she mourned with them at their loses. Not only the lose of people but the lose of their homes and everything they tried so hard to build. Everything she worked so hard to build was being destroyed as she laid underground. Her culture and history being reduced to mere rubble.
" Father… I can't take it any more… ple..." Her voice strained in effort.
"Shush now poppet." England cooed to his crying daughter. "It'll be alright, it'll be alright. I'm here for you now. I'll stop that kraut bastard and make him pay for what his doing to you."
England rocked London's body back and forth in his arms in the same way a mother rocks her baby to sleep. He bowed his head and gently kissed her forehead. His emerald green eyes watched his daughter's painful expressions filled with concern. He could feel his lime green shirt becoming wet but whether it was from the tears of London or the blood from his own bleeding heart he did not know.
I apologise for any historical inaccuracies. This story is about the bombings of London during World War 2. Even though London wasn't the only place to be bombed in the UK, I decided to focus on her as she is the capital of the UK and was bombed the most. This is my own OC character of London, she has blonde hair and grey eyes. Her eyes are grey because London was known to be very foggy due to the factories at one point and is known to be a very concreted area within the UK.