Okay, so this is the second chapter! This is from America's pov, it mainly centers on England and him going blind. This isn't intended to be a pairing chapter. I really don't ship anyone from Hetalia yet actually. But it doesn't bother me if you fan girl about US/UK, because this one is a bit pair-ish. But I intend this to be more brotherly than romantic. Also, I apologize for any inaccurate quotes. I do remember the mood and tone in the quotes, just not the exact words. Correct me on it if I'm wrong I'd appreciate it. Enjoy.
I DON'T OWN HETALIA OR ITS CHARACTERS! THEY ALL BELONG TO THE CREATORS OF HETALIA. I DO NOT OWN HETAONI OR THE PLOTS MENTIONED FROM THE GAME IN THIS STORY. THEY ALL BELONG TO THE CREATOR OF HETAONI. I ONLY OWN THE PLOT FOR THE STORY BELOW.
America closed the door to his house and dropped his keys on the chair next to it. "I can't believe Italy still remembers that. I put it all out of my head already…..I guess he went through more stuff than I did." America spoke to himself as he walked to his room. His footsteps echoed as he walked up the stairs to the second floor.
He stopped in front of his door, "I just hope Italy's okay. I know we've had our differences in the past, but I really do care." He opened the door and closed it behind him. He collapsed on his bed on his back. Man, I shouldn't have played that game all night, he said to himself.
He closed his eyes and just like that, he slipped into a dream.
England stood in front of the huge monster. His eyes blazed with fury and motivation. "I'll show him. I'll show him that there doesn't have to be one hero." Then, he took out his spell book and battled the monster.
America and Italy got there at the last minute. England radiated with power and hate as he took his last hit. "ENGLAND! NO DON'T! STOP THIS NOW! DON'T DO IT!" America yelled. But it was too late. England said his final spell, and the monster was defeated.
America and Italy stared, astonished. "H-he actually did it." America said. Italy smiled," I knew he could do it! Now let's look for your glasses! Huh? They're not here. I'll go check the next room." Italy left the room, leaving America and England.
America searched for his glasses," Ugh, where did that monster-oh! They're right next to you, England! Why didn't you just pick them up for me?" He asked. England hesitated," Oh. Um."
America froze. "E-England? How many fingers…..am I holding up?" he asked, holding up two fingers.
England stared straight ahead," I'm sorry America…..I can no longer see…"
America stood there, slowly lowering his hand, as tears gradually fell down his cheek. He used too much of his magic…..just because of me. I made him want to prove something to me…..I caused this, he thought.
He couldn't move or speak, all he could do is look at England, and all of the blood on his face and clothes, all the scars from other fights and all the emotions as a tear fell from his cheek to the floor.
America bolted up from his pillow. He was sweating and his heart was racing. He looked over at his phone on his bedside table. Maybe I should call England and check on him-? No, he though, I should just get up and drink some coffee. He went down to the kitchen and made himself a cup of coffee. As soon as his lips touched the liquid, he felt the caffeine do its thing.
"Ahhh, that's better. I probably shouldn't sleep when something that dramatic happens." America smiled. Then he frowned. Maybe England was having problems with his memories too. If Italy and I are having problems, who's to say nobody else is too? He asked himself. He put the cup down, and ran to the door, grabbing his keys and locking the front door behind him.
America ran as fast as he could, I'll go see what England's doing, he thought.
Until the next chapter guys, please tell me what you thought peace-Alex (PS, I hope this one is better than the last.)