New story~! 8D It's basically just more USUK angst, involving demons and magical powers. Wee~! Enjoy! XD
"I hate you!"
The words sliced through England's heart, tearing it open and ripping it to shreds. Just three, simple words. It was amazing, really, what three words could do. But England wasn't thinking about that. He wasn't thinking at all, actually. His mind froze, not quite able to process what had happened. Tears were rolling down his cheeks, but he didn't notice or care. His knees collapsed underneath him and he fell forward, expression still blank.
Wh... What...?
Suddenly he understood.
His vision was blurred by tears and thoughts, his emotions swelling up inside him. He couldn't speak, couldn't move. Not even a change of expression, other than his eyes widening a little.
America was shaking, holding himself back. He wanted to scream, to tell England he didn't mean it. Laugh it off like everything else, say it was all a joke... But he couldn't.
It made him so mad.
His fists clenched even tighter. Even though he was wearing gloves, the warm, red liquid that was trickling from his palms was unmistakable. He couldn't bear to see England like this anymore, but he couldn't say anything... So he did the only thing he could do - the one thing he said he would never do.
He whipped around and ran away, tears being pushed away from his face by the wind. He ran faster than he had ever run before. He didn't stop, even when he was out of breath. When he couldn't run any further, he dropped his pace to a walk and then a crawl. He finally collapsed on a bench somewhere, it didn't matter where. His hands gripped his hair tightly and he finally let out a scream of anger and pain.
How did it come to this?
America shuddered as he remembered the faces of everyone he'd been forced to end his relationship with. France, Germany, China, Japan, Italy...
Canada...
The anger disappeared suddenly and was replaced by loneliness and overwhelming regret.
And now... He'd finally had to destroy the closest friendship he'd ever had. It made him want to vomit.
He glared at the sky, not really seeing it. "Damn it!" he yelled. "Why, damn it...! Why me? What do you want from me? Just leave me alone... Go away, I don't want this! Do you hear me? I DON'T WANT THIS! I can't..." The emotions were going to kill him. He gasped and shivered as another wave hit him, bringing with it nausea and an immense aching in his heart. He collapsed in another fit of sobs, too drained to scream anymore.
"I'm sorry..." he whispered, wishing someone were there to hear him. "I'm so, so sorry... Everyone... I didn't... Want to hurt you... But I had no choice..." He doubled over, the emotional pain turning to physical. He hadn't eaten in days, he'd completely lost his appetite. He didn't want to eat, just the thought made his stomach churn. He closed his eyes.
Maybe he'd die here, right now. He inhaled sharply as his breathing became rough.
What a relief that would be, to just die. He wished it would happen. He had never wished for anything so much before.
But the one thing he wanted was impossible. He was a country, he was immortal.
He clenched his teeth and tightened his eyelids. Why couldn't everything just disappear? Everything hurt. His head, his hands, his arms, his legs, his feet, his heart... He felt so battered and torn; it felt like bruises and cuts covered every inch of his body.
His conscious thought and feeling started to fade slowly. He sighed in relief. It wouldn't last long, he knew. But he needed a break. Even if it was just for a little...
Aah, I'm so horrible to both of them. XD Sorry, 'Meri, Iggy. But... It's just so fun to torture you two! . Anyway, I hope you enjoyed that. Reviews and constructive criticism are not mandatory, but highly appreciated! They give me some great ideas, and keep me going! Thanks~