Sorry (for what I've done.)
England sighed and closed his eyes. He could still hear the gunfire and screams from that night. The night he lost his dear little America forever. He could still remember every word…
"Hey Britain! All I want is my freedom" America yelled as he pointed his gun at England. England glared, and ran at America with his gun pointed upward at him. "Never!" He yelled. But, America parried his attack with his gun. Causing England's to fly up in the air and land about ten feet away from them. "It's over." America said as he watched the shorter nation fall to his knees. "Don't… Leave…" England whispered as the taller, newly freed nation walked away with his new-found freedom."
England shuddered. He didn't like remembering that night. It brought back way too much pain to his heart. Suddenly, looking up from his tea, England heard a knock. Getting up, he slowly walked over to his front door and opened it. "A-America?" He gasped softly. "England… I'm… I'm sorry…" America said as he walked in and shut the door behind him. "What are you doing here, you wanker?" England said frowning and obviously not hearing what the younger nation had said. "England, I came to say I'm sorry for hurting you." The taller nation said pulling the Brit into a tight hug. "A-America…" England said softly looking up at him. "I'm sorry, England…"
"…I forgive you…"
-The End-
