I'm so sorry this is so short oAo, but I'll promise to make it up to you people! I'm sick so I'm staying home today instead of going to school. And as I was lying in bed, I was thinking about Hetalia, then I remembered I haven't updated this story in a while, and I didn't want it to end up like my other stories that won't be finished...ever...So, I went ahead and got on the computer to start typing, my head may be hurting, but I love you all :).
He looked into the fireplace in his home, and he was there as he was earlier. Flash backs continued to replay in his head, despite trying to block them out with memories of America. He put his hand over his eyes and shut them tightly, concentrating. How could he do such a thing to America? He felt like such a whore, betraying his beloved just for sex. England wanted to hurt himself to atone for his sin. He got up and walked into to his room to look through his closets. He grabbed a pistol and a blindfold and looked at them both. He was ready to atone for what he had done, he put on the blindfold and managed to walk to the window where the sun shone. He put the pistol in his hand and to his head, tears running down his cheeks. "I'm sorry I did this to you America...I will atone.." England pulled the trigger. He opened his eyes, to see he was where America was, but, all he saw was darkness. "So..I ended up in hell, didn't I?.."
"No, you didn't Iggy," someone said as he pulled the blindfold off England and put one hand on his shoulder and the other one on his cheek. England blinked and looked up, and there he was, America. America mournfully smiled at England and hugged the emerald-eyed man. England sobbed into the ghost's chest, he truly was grateful that America can forgive him for the sin he had committed. England looked up at America and said to him,
"I've always wanted to tell you, I love you. There is just one thing that I would like to say, these impulses that run throughout my body..Sooner than you'll just end up broken..There is not a day when I'm not thinking of you, the feeling of being held in your arms.."
America kissed England on the forehead with reassurance. He planned to never let go of England, he just didn't want to. England soon fell asleep in America's arms. He picked him up and layed him on the bed, softly brushing the hair on his face off and gently wiping the tears on England's cheeks. "I promise, I will never let him have you England...You're someone I just cannot give up..."
I give credit to Razzyness for his english lyrics of Imitation Black! I liked the version where they made Kran117 be Len, its very beautiful. Go check it out, go search on youtube Re: Imitation Black Razzy. Yes those exact words, and if you just don't feel like it. Heres the link:
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