Hello~! welcome to chapter 2, i know the first chapter was really short and this one will most likely be as well seeing as im writing it before school, but anyway on with the story!#
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I just stared at England through the meeting, his appearance put me off presenting my SUPER totally awesome idea i came up with! He didnt notice he just stared at the paper he didn't even seem to be writing on with an angry expression as the usual chaos of a world meeting exploded around him.
"Bonjour Angleterre!" these words caught my attention as France attempted to converse with the clearly irritated man beside him "You do not look so well mon petit lapin! Did you have another argument with Scottland and Ireland?" He continued to press England for answers " ah you Écosse and Irlande do not get along as brothers should now do you, honhonhon? Well with a temper like yours it isn't surprising how much you argue" there it was the moment England was meant to shout back yelling curses like 'Bloody frog!' and 'what on EARTH would you know?' but to my surprise it didn't happen, i watched in down right shock as England simply emitted a low growling sound, stood up and walked out slightly shaking as he did so!
Being the worried hero i was i set after him, presuming he'd gone to his room.
*England's POV*
Shut up...I wish they'd all just shut up...The low growling voices in my mind telling me what i deny to be the truth...monster...? someones trying to talk to me, Oh its that frog bastard, i someones trying to talk to me, Oh its that frog bastard, i wasted so much energy just getting here i cant be arsed with him at all...i wish he'd just escar-GO! heheh small thought's like this are comforting they remind me i can still be normal even though i'm...i'm a...a... Werewolf...
Hours passed and although they felt like years i could tell they were but hours by the taunting hands of the clock. as soon as the clock struck 9 it started...
A headache that stabbed the back of my eyes and an aching pain as my limbs grew the urge to transform!
"Again..." i panted through the pain trying desperately to focus through my now reddening vision on the time that continued to click onward despite my ever disintegrating reality...
"Help me..."
*America's POV
"Hey, Britain" i asked quietly knocking on the door and giving him some time to reply
Receiving no answer i knocked again "Arthur...somethings wrong i can tell, look i'm sure the others will understand if you just tell us whats wrong, we want to help you...I want to help you" i whispered against the door just audible enough for him to hear, that is if he was listening.
"Again..." a small voice came from inside the door, sounding pained and exhausted,
I pressed my ear against the door hoping for further clues as to his problem or to just jump in and kick the shit out of anything bothering him!
"Help me..." came the small voice once more, i was aware the voice was speaking to no one in particular but if my Artie called out for help i was sure as hell gonna give it him!
Bursting down the door i saw a sight i never thought i would again witness...
England, my Iggy who i'd mentally promised to keep from harm...if i could ever tell him that i...i...NOW'S NOT THE TIME FOR THAT! i internallyscolded myself as i surveyed Arthur's position
He was curled in a corner head in his hands and appeared to be crying his heart out, this alone broke my heart, but what really got to me was his obliviousness, He was completely unaware i was here and continued to dig his nails into his scalp drawing blood in a last ditch attempt to stop himself crying out...
I unconsciously wandered over to him and knelt beside him; no reaction. I only gained a reaction upon pacing my hand on his shoulder and whispering his name
"Arthur? Arthur Kirkland?"
Unfortunately the reaction brought about by this was not the one i had been hoping for
His hands went from his now bleeding scalp to tearing small parts of the carpet next to him
"Get away...GET AWAY NOW!" He yelled wearily as i watched in shock as he lifted his head to show the same dull eyes as before that now held red...red and blood lust.
This cant be happening...
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Kyaha this was slightly longer than the other and im pretty proud of it, Thank you so much if anyone took the time to read this, it means alot, if you like i shall be writing more no matter if anyone reads or not, and on that note i bid you farewell~