At that time, I had no idea it was even possible. No, the thought hadn't crossed my mind in decades. To put it in perspective, having thought of that happening before hand would have been to have an unrealistic or irrational fear. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say it would be like being afraid of the "monster under the bed" and come to think of it, that's exactly it.
He was the monster hidden in the darkness of my mind, locked away with the past. That's what he used to be. Even now, I don't know why he awoke. I plunged into the darkness, left in a state of painful awareness.
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"America! America!" England was yelling with a rather nervous tone. He was usually quite a put-together man. He was in a committed relationship with the younger American who lied motionlessly on the ground. England shook his shoulders worriedly, calling his name a few more times before sitting back in distress.
"Should I…call an ambulance?" he spoke to himself. England patted around on his clothing for his phone, realizing he left it at home. He cussed before standing up. "I'll be right back, Alfred… hang on." the Englishman assured before running off. That was when the previously unmoving male opened his eyes slowly, sitting up. Wordlessly, he surveyed the area. He was in a park with no one around, except someone who seemed to be leaving, beginning to smile.
"It's good to be out again." Mused the Confederate States of America.