England's Secret
America was actually looking forward to the world meeting today. It was located in Russia, so there was ice everywhere. It would give him a chance to talk to England for the first time since last week, when she scared France away, then left. He had been thinking about things for the last week, and after talking to Canada for multiple hours, he had realized something important.
He started walking down the hall to the meeting room, happy and whistling. Even though it was very cold in Russia, he was happy; his bomber jacket was keeping him warm. Some of the other countries were suspicious of his unusually happy nature and stepped out of his way when he trotted down the hall. He was usually happy, but his face looked almost like Russia's, which frightened many of them, especially the Baltic States. They were afraid that there would be a second Russia walking around.
When he entered the room, he noticed that England was sitting down, facing away from him. Perfect! He thought as he snuck up behind her. "Yo, England!" He screamed in her ear, causing her to panic, jump out of her chair and fall to the ground. "Hey, clam down, it's just me, dude," America saw the panicked look in her eyes. It looked like she thought he was going to kill her. "You okay?" he asked, putting out a hand to help her up. She pushed it away and got up by herself. She was wearing a fluffy red and blue scarf, even though it wasn't very cold in the meeting room.
"I'm fine, go sit down, America" he could tell that she definitely wasn't okay. She had huge bags under her emerald green eyes. It also looked like she had lost weight; she just looked like a wreck in general. He kept looking at her as concern flooded through his body, what had happened in the week I hadn't seen her? He thought.
She interrupted his thoughts with a sharp, "What?" she had caught him staring.
"N-nothing…" he replied before taking his usual seat next to Canada.
The meeting went by rather quietly for the American. He wasn't really in the mood for talking non-stop like a moron, so he let Germany take control of the meeting. Although he is very good with keeping order, he couldn't keep the disorder that happened at all the meetings, usually starting with France creeping on or molesting someone. Today, Spain was the victim.
"Oh, hello there, France," Spain said, oblivious to the Frenchmen's wandering hand.
"Ch-chigi!" Romano yelled from his seat next to Spain, "What the hell are you doing, Tomato Bastard! Make him go away!" he screamed, trying to get Spain to notice what France was doing. He was mortified when Spain just looked at him confusedly.
America looked away from France, being France, and saw that England had fallen asleep of the table. Again, England? America thought as he stood up to wake up the snoozing British girl. He had to avoid various fights and arguments that had broken out to get over to her. She looked dead when he finally got over to her.
"Hey, dude, wake up," America started poking England.
"Poke me one more time and you'll lose your hand," She said sternly, without picking her head up from the table.
"Geeze! Don't get your panties in a twist!" America knew better than to keep poking her, but that didn't mean he had to go away. "By the way, dude, what's up with the scarf? You look like Russia!" He started laughing and caught a glimpse of Russia glaring at him with a creepy smile plastered across his face. When she didn't respond, he started to pull on England's scarf, only to have her pick her head up immediately and give him a death glare and snatch the scarf out of his hand.
She looked at her wristwatch, raised her hand, and yelled, "I say we break for lunch!" All the other countries stopped what they were doing, looked at her, and murmured in agreement.
"Veehh~ Doitsu, I want pasta~" Italy chimed as they left the meeting room.
"When do you not want pasta?" He replied curtly.
"Umm… when I'm asleep?" he said after trying to think for a while. Germany couldn't believe how stupid Italy just sounded, then again, it was Italy, so it wasn't very surprising…
After everyone else left, England started to walk out the door, but was stopped when America grabbed her wrist. He could feel her tense up before she yelled, "Let go, that hurts!" he immediately let go, but he was sure that he didn't grab her wrist all that hard. Sometimes, he wasn't in total control of his strength, but he was positive he barely grabbed her.
"Sorry, but are you okay? You've been out of it all day," He asked. When he didn't get an answer, he saw that she was rubbing the wrist that he grabbed. "Is your wrist okay?" he asked, grabbing her arm to get a better look at it.
"Let go of me!" she yelled, trying to get free of her ex-colony. America just grinned, he knew that tone of voice, it meant she was hiding something. His grin disappeared when he pulled up the sleeve of her suit. Her wrist was covered in red rope burns.
"What happened?" He asked calmly, trying to look her in the eyes, but found that they were locked at the ground.
"I- I can't tell you," she almost whispered. He couldn't help but stare at his former brother, who looked like she was on the verge of tears. The only thing he could think of doing was give her a hug. She immediately stiffened up, and started to shake violently. He pulled away and looked at her very shocked. Her eyes were still locked with the floor, but he could see small drops of tears through her bangs.
"Why not?" he asked quietly, "I thought you didn't have any more secrets,"
England just snapped and she started yelling, "I can't tell you! What part of that don't you understand, you bloody git!" she turned away from America, grabbed her suitcase, and sprinted out of the meeting room. America was quick on her heels, but she made it to a bathroom before he could catch her.
He tried to open the door, but she locked it immediately after she closed the door. He contemplated breaking down the door, until he heard a quiet sobbing noise from inside the room. Is England, crying? America thought, placing his ear on the door.
"Umm… are you okay, Iggy? You know, you can talk to me if you're having problems…" America asked in a very concerned voice. He quickly took his face off the door when he saw two of the bad touch trio walk down the hallway.
"Bonjour, Amérique," France said in his sexy voice, "Did I hear you talking to our little Angleterre?" one of his eyebrows raised a little.
"Yah, he locked himself in the bathroom for some reason, and refuses to leave…" He trailed off.
"I think we can get him out of there," France said with a smirk, "Hey, England! You have ten seconds to get out of there, or we'll call Prussia to come get you out!"
"Are you sure that'll work?" America asked skeptically.
"Just wait," He winked, "10…9…8…7…6…5…"
"Don't do that!" They heard England yell from inside that bathroom, "I'll be right out!"
"4…3…2…"
"Don't!" She screamed and slammed the door open.
America gasped when he saw England's face. Her face was a bright red color; almost as red as her normally green eyes. Her hair was messier than usual, and she still had small tears running down her cheeks.
"OMG!" America gasped, "Are you okay?"
"No, I'm not okay," She sniffled and attempted to glare at France, only to find her eyes filled with tears.
"We'll leave you two alone, then~" France sang. He pulled a rose out of nowhere and handed it to America.
"Umm… thanks?" He replied, handing the rose back to France.
As soon as they were out of sight, America turned back to England. She had slumped to the ground against the wall. "So… do you want to tell me what happened?" He sat down next to her. England shook her head, wrapped her arms around her legs and burrowed her face into her knees. "It'll be okay…" he said after an awkward minute. God, I have no idea what I'm doing… he thought as he placed a hand on her back, trying to comfort her in any way he could.
He was rather shocked when she turned to him, burrowed her face into his chest and started to cry again. The only thing he could think to do was give her a hug, and try to get her to calm down a little. When he tentatively placed his arms around her, she gripped onto his tear-stained shirt. He had no idea what was wrong, but it had to be something big for it to break down the mighty United Kingdom.
"Can you please tell me what's wrong?" he asked softly.
Through soft sobs, he heard, "He told me if I told, he'd tell my secret…"
His mind rattled through multiple scenarios, but he couldn't come to a final answer. "Who did what to you?" he asked sternly.
It took her a few moments until she muttered something unintelligible into his shirt. "What?" he asked, straining his ears to hear more.
"… P-Prussia… he… he…" she broke out into more sobbing and couldn't continue, but America had an idea of what had happened.
He needed to confirm his fears, so he tentatively asked, "Did he… rape you?" the last words he said softly, trying to be sensitive to her feelings. She shuddered when she heard the words that were true.
She slowly nodded, her face still against America's chest. With his worst fears being confirmed, he almost growled, "Don't worry, I'll get back at him,"
"Don't!" she yelled, pulling away from him to look at his face. "If you do that, he'll tell everyone I'm really, a… girl," she whispered the last word in fear that someone would hear her.
"Well, what if it wasn't a secret anymore?" he asked, a sly smile dancing on his lips.
"What are you saying?" she asked, thoroughly confused.
"I'm saying, how 'bout you tell everyone, then I'll deal with Prussia?"
She was beginning to like this idea, but then she realized that she had no idea how to act like a girl… "How do I do that, I can't just walk in and tell them, they won't believe me…"
"Hmm… how 'bout we go to Hungary? She's always good with girly things! Plus, she used to think she was a boy, so she'll kinda know what you're going through," he smiled. His smile was contagious and she found herself smiling too, unable to stop. America looked at his watch, "Oops, looks like we missed the meeting…" he started laughing, but England's blood ran cold, how could I be so foolish to miss it? I'll never live this down, I can imagine the Frog's voice now… 'ohononon, where were you and America? Hononon' oh god… she thought. But at least she had a good plan on how to get around Prussia.
I hope you enjoyed this! Sorry I didn't update earlier, I had stuff to do, like Grad parties for my friends and sister! I think that the next chapter will be the last one! XD
I appreciate any feedback and reviews! 3
