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One Teardrop

I stood with guilt and shame. The merciless rain fell and in the silence of it, I could hear a faint sobbing. I looked down. There he was kneeling in the mud, shameless tears rolling down his scarred face. I felt in my stomach, a pit of fire had awoken. 'How could you let me do this, you were the powerful British Empire and you are just letting me walk away?!'

'I'm sorry… I can't fight you…'

'Why?!' I demanded, as tears were welling up in my dark eyes. Choking, I refused to let them roll.

'Because you are still my brother.'

These words hit me hard. A whirl of cracked memories flooded my mind. Memories of him tucking me into bed and cooking his infamous scones… The bitter taste of reality, knowing this will never be the same again. I shook my head, raindrops fell. I couldn't do it.

Tears started to flow from my quivering eyes. The memories, like beautifully painted portraits could not last forever. I glanced over at the older nation; I can still see the loving look of a father. My bleeding heart. The heart wrenching pain was more than I'd expected.

'Please…don't go'

The nation reached out his moist grit covered hand, twitching at every soft word. I grimaced and looked away.

I threw the slashed flintlock musket down in ambivalence. I turned around slowly and cautiously. The guilt and shame was devouring my soul and I took the first step away from the soaked red cloaked figure. I felt a massive wall of force come to contact with me. I froze on the spot. I peered down noticing two arms wrapped around my torso. Tears once again sprung to my eyes. A soft plead emitted from the shivering nation.

'P-Please'

My heart writhed in pain as I gently placed my hand on his arms and carefully unlatched him from me.

He fell.

I glanced back, watching the shattered and broken heart of a loved one made my stomach churn. Drums pounding in my head, I closed my eyes and whispered, chocking on every word.

"I need to be free...I'm sorry"

A single fresh tear rolled down my cheek. I hesitantly turned my back and walked away…

A whirl of black and white interlaced with emotions spiraled into my mind…

Beep beep.

I woke up, heart pounding louder than an army of marching soldiers and slightly sweating. The reoccurring nightmare struck again.

One single fresh tear hid itself it the corner of my eye.