America felt as though his mind was in a train wreck, a thousand thoughts collides and he did not know what to think anymore. How did I end up here? What do I do? America knew he had to answer Davie, he couldn't leave the conversation even if he wanted to. A chance like this, to talk to someone other than England, this was his one chance. He couldn't let it slip away as of nothing happened. He could not ever forget, and from that moment on, something changed in him. A rebellious spirit formed in him, and as soon as he awoke it, he could no longer rely on England, but on himself. America looked up once more, eyes full of purpose, he said
"My dad has gone out on a trip, I'm here alone, but it's not as if I'm lonely or anything, nah, I take care of myself pretty well! Don't need anyone!"
Davie's eyes widened with surprise.
"Wow, you mean to tell me you have been living here alone?! That's very brave, I would never be able to do that, I would get lonely!"
America shone with pride,
"Well now that you're here, maybe we can become friends? Then I won't be so lonely, I can help you look for that flower too!"
"Really?! You'd help me? Allright! Let's stick together then, shall we?"
"Of course! We'll make the best team ever!"
"Right!" Davie chuckled.
Friends, America thought.. Then he remembered once more, how England always said they'll be together always and how he promised to come back each time he left. When he promised...he never broke it. America had an idea.
"Hey, Davie? Promise me you'll always come back for me."
"A promise? Of course! We will be best friends forever, right?"
Davie stretched out his hand to him, and faithfully extended his pinky finger.
"What are tou doing?" Americ asked.
"It's a pinky promise! Never made one before?" He replied
America shook his head, England had never taught him anything about making a promise with your finger.
"Well it's like this" Davie said as he motioned for America to copy what he was doing.
"Yeah, just raise your pinky like mine, good."
Then Davie wrapped his finger around America's.
"You see, a pinky promise!" Davie said.
America laughed. "I see, I see!"
"So now promise me, that we will always stay be each other's sides?"
"Yes, and promise me that we will stay best friends forever?"
"I promise" they both said in unison, and laughed. But as they did so, the bright blue sky around them had turned a fiery shade of orange and the breeze began to blow stronger than before.
"Oh no, it's getting late! I should start heading back! But...I'm lost.."
America frowned "Don't worry" he said "As your friend I'll make sure you get home!"
"Thank you..."
"I will save you from anything!" America joked
Davie laughed "Well thank you very much, my hero!"
America chuckled as he though a hero...I AM A HERO! He had never felt so special before, to be someone's hero, even though it was just a small joke. Suddenly someone called out from the darkness. A distant, yet clear shout.
"Daaaaaaaavie!"
"Hey, that sounds like my mum! I can see her over there by that hill! She must be so worried, I must go! Davie said.
America fell silent as he remembered England, when he said those exact words to him, "I'm sorry, but I have no choice." The words that always left him in tears and now...his best friend had just said the same. He looked down and away from Davie. But he promised, right? He has to come back! America felt his eyes moisten as he spoke, barely a whisper...
"Y-you will come back tomorrow right? Then we can look for the flower..."
But nothing other than the golden glow of a firefly's illuminating light answered him. He looked up, to see nothing but the vast emptiness of his home, stretching over miles and miles. He looked up, to see not a familiar smile, but to see the dark branches of willow trees bend down, shielding him from a nearby village. He looked up, to see nothing, but what has always been there, everlasting loneliness, swelling up and devouring every last bit of his heart.