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I burst through the forest. The rain pours hard from the black sky- huge, fat drops of rain barraging down on my body. My throat grows dry and parched, and with every breath- it stings. I look straight ahead of me, only to see America, running away.
"America!"
I push forward. I gasp for more air and thrust my arm out. As I get closer and closer, my hand is poised for the grab.
"America!" I call out once more. I see the American shake his head. As I start to grab him- he takes a quick turn to the right- and I grab nothing but the invisible air. I curse under my breath as I take the damned right turn and follow America in pursuit once more.
"Listen to me!" I huffed. "You need to stop! Everyone is scared of you...terrified!" No answer. "What you did these past couple of days—I won't allow it! You scared the entire world, America! And you just keep running away? Coward!"
The American groaned and shook his head.
"You're not going to say anything?" I ask. America tripped over a rock, but caught himself right afterward.
"They had it coming!" He called back, chuckling. "After all these years, they finally had it coming to them. And guess what? They got it!" He pushed onward, and soon I was trudging behind him. I curse once more and pump my legs faster.
"What in the world did they do to deserve this?" I ask. America chuckled again.
"Nothing," he nervously laughs, "absolutely nothing at all."
And this answer leaves me very confused.
"You're insane!" I finally deduced. And at this, America stops right in his tracks. I stop right after, staring at his back.
"Maybe I am.." he starts and turns around. He stares into my own eyes. "and maybe I'm not."
I could have sworn I saw hunger swarm viciously in those eyes.
He starts to walk towards me.
"America?"
He doesn't stop. I star backing away from the madman. "This isn't you, America."
"Oh, it's definitely me." He grins, grabbing something from his bomber jacket pocket. "100%, pure, crazy, insane America." He pauses. "The one you knew ever since I was just a little one."
"You aren't like this..." I mumble. America nods.
"You mean I wasn't like this." He corrects me. "I wonder what happened, hm? Maybe I'm some psycho murderer that you happened to be oblivious to? Or maybe I've been suppressing my murderous intent?" he pulls out a very sharp-edged blade and holds it out in front of him. "Should I kill you here, now? Or should I take you to my place and play with you for a while?"
I gulped and glared at him and the hand that threatens me with a deadly weapon. "Why?" I ask. He shrugs.
"I dunno." was all he said, and he quickly grabbed me. He put his hand in front of my mouth and prevents any sound from coming out. Once he did this, I felt something slither down my throat.
"What was that?" I wanted to ask, but slowly—very slowly—I felt myself start to drift away. My vision had started to blur and I started to feel tired and heavy. America coos from behind, saying things like "Everything will be fine," or "Shh, don't worry."
The last thing I remember is seeing a younger America—no younger than 6. In his left hand, one of my baked scones. His right hand was held out in the air, beckoning me to grab it.
As I reach out to grab it, I am pulled into the dark clutches of unconsciousness.
Two days prior...
"This meeting is adjourned."
I I grab my papers and put them order. I place them in my folder and as I get up, I see America walking toward my general direction. I give him a small smile and pat his shoulder.
"Hey, where are you going?"
America frowned and shook his head. "Somewhere important, as of this moment. Why?"
I furrow my brows. America, busy? Never. "Well, I thought we should go out for a drink or two tonight—just like the old days. I figure that since I have nothing to do, and you would have nothing to do, we could just spend some time together."
America smiled and placed his hand on my shoulder. "I'm sorry, dude, but I have really important plans to get to right now."
I watch him walk out the doors of the meeting room and feel dumbfounded. I sigh and turn around, walking towards the other end of the room. Japan is walking in the same direction, and I stop him for a minute.
"Do you know what America has to do that is so 'important'?" I ask him. Japan frowned and shrugged.
"No..I believe I do not. Why, is it bothering you?" He smiles.
"Well..." I trail off mid-sentence. "It's just that America is normally never busy. And then all of a sudden, on a day that he definitely shouldn't ever be busy, he has to be busy!" I sigh. "I thought we could spend time together or something. I feel that we should at least get our relationship in order. We've been fighting more than we normally do and I think it's affecting us both." I pause, noticing Japan's knowing stare. I put my hands up in defense. "No! I don't mean it in that way. I mean, more of a friend to friend relationship! Yeah, best friends!" I chuckle nervously, rushing away from the Japanese man. "I have to leave! I'll see you later!"
I burst through the huge set of doors and run to my car. Once I get in, I exhale and shake my head. "What is wrong with me?" I asked myself. I set my folder on the driver's seat and put the keys in the ignition. "I think I'll make some fish and chips when I get home, as a little snack." I smile and pull out of the driveway. Thank Heavens the meeting was here in England, and not all the way in Russia or something.
Once I reach my house, I get out and unlock my house door. I throw the folder on the dinner table and open the fridge to grab the fish. I wash my hands and place the raw fish in the frying pan.
After making my snack, I get a call from America.
"Hello?" I answer. I hear heavy breathing on the other end.
"..England?"
"Yes, America? What's wrong?"
He paused.
"Can you hear me?"
"Yeah," he breathed. There was a low sob on the other end.
"Are you OK? Are you crying?" I ask, leaning forward in my chair. I feel something is wrong.
Terribly wrong.
"I need your help."
"With what?"
He sobbed louder.
"I just killed someone."
Author's Note: New story, yay~
I thought I would give this story a try. I'm not sure if I'll continue this or not, but this is just some "test" to see if I can keep up with the story and whatnot. Please review and tell me what you think so far!