Yeah. Second chapter.. Because I love this pairing.
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My eyes widened slightly as I awoke. I yawned softly, and looked at the clock with the American flag on it. 4:25PM. Wait.. How long had I been out? I was tired as hell, obviously, and didn't want to wake up.
I then realized that I was in the bed with America, of all people.. And that we were both naked. My eyes widened, and his arm gripped around my waist. Incest, was all I could think about. I barely remembered what happened, but it was easy to figure out after this..
"Mmn.. Madi, sweetheart..." I flinched and looked back at him, and had to smile at how peaceful he looked, half asleep and all. His eyes opened slightly and he smiled back at me. Obviously, he knew what we had done. He didn't care. But I did.
America's arms tightened around my waist once again. "Madison.. What time is it?" He asked, not caring enough to take his eyes off me to look at the clock. I glanced once again at that American clock and whispered back, "4:30PM, America.."
"How long were we out? Did we..?" He rambled off with those two questions, resting his head on my shoulder softly. "Probably about four hours.. And.. I think we did, yeah. Do you remember it?" I looked up at him, his eyes slightly dull from how tired he must be.
"Hell yeah, I remember it. I'm the hero, of all people, I have to remember things!" He responded with the worst smirk I had ever seen on that idiot's face. I rolled my eyes, then saw him staring at my stomach, and I had to look.
Yeah, Remember when everyone thinks I'm America? Not everyone.. er, likes America. Especially Cuba, who just loathes him. Yeah, a lot of people beat me up for that, and... That showed a few bruises, you know.
These bruises.. they were mainly on my shoulder, and my stomach. There were so many of them. They were big, blotching, and black. They hurt when you touched them.. I shivered in pain as he traced a finger over one of them and whispered, "C-Canada, Did I.. Did I do that?"
My eyes widened and I shook my head. "O-Oh, no! You didn't do that. Everyone thinks I'm you a lot, a-and, well, not everyone particularly likes you." I responded, frowning and resting a hand on his shoulder. But he didn't look up. He was dazed, obviously, by how bad the bruises were.
"C-Canada.." He pressed his head into the pillow slowly, and I swear to God I heard a soft sob coming from him. Was he.. crying?
Shit. He knows I hate it when he cries, he knows I melt when he cries. My eyes deepened into his and pulled him from the pillow, sitting the both of us up. "Damnit, America. Don't cry on me. You know I hate it when you cry.. Please, don't cry. Please, don't.. It isn't your fault, I swear, it's C-Cuba's, for hitting me all those times.."
His words seemed jumbled up together as I began to ramble, but he stopped me and said, "It's my fault they think I'm you an they hurt you because they think that.. You're quiet, you never hurt anybody. You never would, that's why you didn't fight back that Cuban bastard."
I glared partially at him, but I couldn't stay mad at him with those eyes, my God those eyes.. "It's their fault they're stupid enough to think a girl is you! I mean, I'm /Canada./ Not America. You know that just as well as I do."
America looked up at me, and for some reason he had gotten fully dressed, when I was not. He pulled up his jacket sleeve and showed me a small American flag tattoo. "We'll get you a Canadian flag tattoo, so they'll know it is always you and not me. In front of Cuba. You understand, Madi?"
I nodded and studied his American flag tattoo. I'd never exactly seen his arm-Unless you count a few hours ago, which I wasn't paying attention-and it probably had much more tattoos. I looked above the tattoo and realized something.. Was that a cut?
He quickly pulled the sleeve down before I could ask, looking away with partial shame.
I blinked and something automatically registered. America.. he cut? Why would he cut? He has so much to live for. He has so, so much.. I pulled off his jacket fully and threw it across the room to study his arm, looking up and down them.
There must have been ten or so cuts across his arms, up and down them. Only two American flags that I could see-One on each arm-and I blinked, picking up his left arm. "S-Stop it!" He said to me, trying to pull himself away, but I kept a soft grip, careful not to touch the cuts.
"I-I said STOP it, Madison Williams!" He breathed, looking up at me and finally pulling himself away, and going to another side of the room, annoyed at me.
"A-America.. Why would you..?" I couldn't finish my sentence, and he turned to me, frowning. "Do you know how many people I saw die? You know how many funerals I have attended? I couldn't even cry there, just comfort their families. I had to watch everyone die in front of me. Gladly, nations can't die, b-but.. I don't know. But if they do "die" they're just not a nation anymore.."
He rambled on as I stood up, picked up his jacket, and gave it to him. "I-I'm sorry, America.." I whispered, hugging him softly, not caring about my own bruises anymore, focusing on comforting only him..
That American tried to smile, but only made himself get even worse. "I-I saw Prussia "die" a few days ago.. Germany was crying. Italy was clinging to that poor guy's shoe.. I was so sorry for him. Poland took his place instead, with a little bit of Germany as well."
I didn't realize Prussia had.. died? That would be weird without that Prussian groping Liechtenstein and Hungary, and fighting Austria to the death. Obviously, this time, Austria had won.. I frowned. Who would invade vital regions now?
I kissed that American softly and smiled. I loved him, so much. I practically clung to him as he whispered, "I'd try to stop for you, Madison. I'd do anything for you. You know I love you, right?"
I smiled and kissed him again, looking deep into those eyes, wiping away a soft tear that must have escaped his eyes and whispered back,
"I love you to, you silly little American."
Don't you love my retarded stories? That was sort of like a one-shot, I just wanted to do a evening after. xD Isn't it epic?
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