OMG SO SORRRRYYY! I havent updated in like a million months damnit! So much schoolwork and stuff...
America! America!
His brother's screams entered silently into his sleep, reminiscing reminders of the outside world. Even then, America stayed still, reality was just a dream, he thought, he wanted to wake up again. He felt his eyes open at the grief-stricken tone of the voice outside, he did not want to leave. Slowly, he shifted and sat up. It's morning...how long… but his question broke short as he noticed a shadow coming towards him. America's eyes widened and he jumped up, the figure was getting closer, but America had already turned the other direction. As he ran away for the thousandth time, he could not think anything but guilt and regret. Those feelings, lying inside of his heart, he would never get rid of. Wind rushed to his ears as if to aid him from the deafening shouts behind him, shouts of pure agony.
Suddenly, "Ow!" America exclaimed as he fell to the ground, quickly looking back at the cause of his disturbance. But he got only a blur as he felt himself being lifted up into the air.
"Let me down! Let me go!" America screamed at the top of his lungs. He wanted him to realise his pain, his anger. America kicked and fought ruthlessly, he did not want to go back.
"I said let me go, I hate you, let me go!" And he trashed out furiously against his brother again.
"Stop this right now, America! I'm not letting you go anywhere!" England shouted back, his tone firm but with an edge of repentance. He held America's arms down and carried him over his shoulder. "We are going home, you have much to explain" he said plainly.
"I don't wanna go home! Ever!" America shouted and battered his fists against his brother. England sighed and it took all his patience not to lash out against him again.
"Then...where do you want to go..?" the country softly replied. A moment of silence crawled into their conversation, it was all England needed to forgive him. But it only lasted seconds before America broke in.
"I just want to throw it all away, England! I just...I can't…" his voice trailed away as it was replaced by his sudden tears. His brother's image blurred and he buried his face in his shoulder. He felt England's arms wrap him into a tight embrace, which made him cry louder.
"I'm here, I'm here.." England's voice comforted him gently. "I will always be here..you are not alone..America.." His soft words melted away the bitterness his heart had carried along. America nodded slowly and wrapped his arms around his brother tightly.
"I'm...sorry.." America mumbled through his tears.
"No, no, it's really okay, sometimes we just need to let it out." England softly rubbed his back. "America, I might not be able to help you with what you need exactly, but I do know that, you are my little brother and I will always love you no matter what. No matter what happens, in the future later on, I will always be by your side forever, nothing can keep us apart. So please.." England reached up and placed the young boy back on the ground. He then kneeled in front of him and placed his hand on America's shoulder, looking at him with soft eyes. "Please be brave, for me?"
America's eyes widened and he couldn't believe how easily England had forgiven him. He stared at him as England look deeply into his eyes. And for a second he believed it was true.
"I..w-will! I will be brave, England!" America felt a smile form in his lips, he decided right then that England would be the only person to make him smile in the saddest times. And as he looked back at him, England also smiled brightly, a smile that resembled the sun to him.
"I believe in you, America. Now, shall we head back?" England straightened up and offered his hand. Once more, America felt that feeling of belonging, of love, and he wanted to accept it, but something was holding him down. Even then, he pushed the bitterness away and grinned at his big brother.
"Let's go, England!" And with that, he firmly held his big brother's hand. It felt warm against his and he gripped it even tighter, there was nothing that would make him let it go. England smiled at him and lead him along the winding path of tall grasses and forestry. America happily followed along, but as they walked along, he noticed that they were heading further and further away from home. Confused, America looked up at England. Doesn't he know the way back?
"Um..England? I don't think this is the right way...back home" he started. His brother looked down at him, smiled softly and replied,
"I know. You said you didn't want to go back home, right?"
"Well...yes, but...where are we going then?"
England chuckled a little and then gazed at the path ahead.
"You'll see when we get there" he teased.
America pouted and giggled a little as well,
"Oh, okay!"
After a few more minutes of adventuring, as America described it, they reached a wide plain, but it was different somehow. The little boy gazed across it and wondered what it was. The field was covered with abundant flowers, scattered in every hue. The wind gracefully carried the soft, sweet scent towards the visitors. America breathed the perfume-like smell, it reminded him of something he had experienced before, it was a reminder. Of what, he did not know, but it brought a feeling of deep closeness to someone. America wondered what it meant and admired the beautiful view ahead of him.
"Where…" he began, "..exactly are we, England?"
His brother looked down at him and smiled softly, "This.." he sat down beside America. "You don't remember?"
America looked at him in confusion, he didn't know what he was talking about. Remember? Remember what?
England chuckled and set his gaze on the land, sensing that his little brother had forgotten. "This, is where I first met you" he finally said.
America's eyes widened at the words, he let it them linger in the air before finally responding.
"Really?" he exclaimed happily. "There's so many..flowers!"
"Yes, really! I'm glad I found you, you know. You just...gave me hope you see." England replied, with a sudden hint of sorrow in his voice.
"And I'm glad you found me!" America smiled. "Can we go see the flowers?"
"Of course, let's go" England lightened up.
Giggling, America took his big brother's hand and lead him down to the field, feeling a sense of freedom as he ran through the fields, as if nothing could stop him.
"W-wait! Don't run, you might get hurt! Plus, you're dragging me along!" England suddenly broke in. Oh, great. Now what did I do wrong.. America stopped.
"Whew..thanks" England replied, giving him an approving look. America just glanced at the flowers around him, saying nothing more.
"These are really beautiful flowers, I think I'll bring some back to decorate don't you think? Oh, how about this blue one?" England picked out a ceil blue flower and held it up.
America was about to respond when it hit him, a blue...flower...DAVIE! He gasped at the thoughts that formed inside his head, almost mocking him. He took a step back and tried his best to hide it.
"Y-yes! That's a good flower!" he stumbled out the words, unsure of what might happen.
"Oh...is something wrong?" England moved closer and started to comfort him. America quickly thought about what to say and opened his mouth, however, he just could not bear lie to his brother this way anymore. America closed his eyes and finally told him what he wanted.
"E-england...can I have...a forget-me-not?" he held his breath and waited eagerly for his response.
England straightened up, a little confused. A forget-me-not, he repeated, they don't grow around here, America…" he barely finished his sentence when America spoke again.
"Then! ..Why do you have one in your suitcase?" he questioned.
England flinched, startled by his statement. "America! You went through my suitcase?!" he glared at him. "You know better than to look through other people's property! Did I not teach you-" America cut him off,
"It was slightly open! I just..saw.." he trailed off and looked down miserably. So this didn't help after all…
England's look softened and he sighed, "I'm sorry, it's just..there's some things in there not fit for children to see that's all...and, that wasn't a forget-me-not"
America gasped in surprise and looked straight at England, he stumbled over words as he replied anxiously "Then what was it?!" a slightly sad tone taking over him.
"It was just a simple blue poppy, very common around the area, but it's hard to get confused, I-" America cut him off once more and shook his head.
"Where, where do you find them?"
England looked back at him and then hesitantly replied,
"Mostly...at my house."
