~Author's Note: Hello Poppets. :3 This is my first fanfiction on this site, so please be gentle. Neither Hetalia nor the song used belongs to me... I wish they did though. Anyways, let's get started, shall we?~
I remember tears streaming down your face when I said, "I'll never let you go."
The American had.. lost. Even the slightest chance of winning the war for his freedom was destroyed to ashes. He was never going to get his independence at this point. So much for the hero.. The blonde was beaten and bruised, blood pouring out of the corners of his mouth. Every inch of him ached, feeling like fire seared through his veins. It was simply excruciating. Not even him knew that Arthur would have gone this far to keep his young colony, and every other nation just watched as he slowly fell apart.
Alfred lay there, defeated and broken. He couldn't stand it. Of course, the American had always loved his older brother, but Alfred wanted his freedom. He wanted to have the responsibilities that all the other countries had, he wanted to take care of himself.. That's all he ever wanted, but now Arthur Kirkland had crushed every chance of that happening so far. "I guess I don't have a reason to leave you anymore, Artie.. I don't have any dreams.. I'm just like you, now.."
But all those shadows almost killed your light..
Once fiery sapphire eyes, now dulled to an emotionless blue, stared at the ceiling. The owner of the soulless orbs refused to eat, drink, nor sleep. He was on the brink of depression at this point. He felt like some sort of imprisoning creatures were clawing and grasping at his ankles, pulling him deep into the dark nothingness. It felt as if he were drowning, and he suffered, watching everyone else around him breathing. Like he was screaming as loud as he could and noone could hear. Noone cared. It was like he was dying on the inside and the pain was slowly seeping to his outsides. Feeling as if he was alone, no matter how much people were around him, and it actually hurt him to smile.
I remember you said, "Don't leave me here alone."
England's eyes glared at the blonde when he entered the room. Alfred couldn't look at the Brit, he was so scared, all he wanted was my freedom. But Right now he just wanted to go home. Al would so anything to go home. England began to yell at the American, "How does it feel? The emptiness?" The blonde felt my tears run down his face. He couldn't help myself from crying. He was still looking down at the ground. Than I felt a hand, clenching my beaten up face. Bring it up so I was looking at him. "Tell me your suffering" the brit said. I was suffering inside, he was in more pain than he had ever been in his whole life but he didn't want Britain to know. He could not bring himself to say anything, there was a lump in his throat. "Cat got your tongue?" England said this while smirking and pulling out his sword. "Maybe I should make your silence a permanent thing" he added with a slight sneer.
~Author's note: I'm sorry I didn't finish in time! I promise it will be a bigger upload next time!~