A few hours later,
After the burial of Canada's "body",
America and England were walking through a forest...
...
England looked like he was half dead,
Which America couldn't help but notice...
...
Much to England's growing annoyance...
-...Iggy...Are you sure you are feeling okay?-America asked in a quiet voice, his face still red from crying. He felt scared...Iggy wasn't going to die too, was he...? He won't die or be murdered too, right...? He was just overthinking it, right...? That must be it, right...? Right?!-...Do you need me to carry you on my back...?
There were a few seconds of awkward silence...
-...I-I am okay, America.-England visibly lied, in a quiet, annoyed and slightly shaky voice. He felt horrible...His whole body hurt...Not like anything could be done about it now, though...He was going to die either way...-...I-I am just feeling slightly sleepy...-He said, in a serious and slightly shaky voice. There was no reason for America to know...He already went thought a lot...-...T-that is all...T-there is nothing to be worried about...
-...B-but, Iggy...-America said, in a concerned voice. Why was England lying to him...?-...Y-you are hurt, aren't you...? W-why are you denying it...?
He asked in concern,
As England continued walking,
Seemingly ignoring America's questions...
-...Iggy, I am serious...-America said in concern and raising annoyance, as he went after England. Why was England lying about his condition...? Why was he ignoring him...? WHY WAS HE ACTING LIKE SUCH AN ASSHOLE...?!-STOP FUCKING IGNORING ME LIKE A GODDAMN JERK AND ANSWER MY QUESTIONS...!
He yelled in annoyance,
As England contiued walking...
-...S-so what if there is a problem...A-and I am actually hurting a lot...?-England said in a serious and annoyed voice, before stopping walking. He had to calm America down, no matter how painful it would be sound and how much the things he says would hurt him...-...D-do you really think...T-that there is anything you can do...T-to help me? D-do you really think...T-that you can be a hero...E-every bloody time...?!
He asked in a rhetorical voice,
Before continuing to walk away,
Ignoring America's sudden silence...
Aproximately a hour of walking later,
England suddenly feel to the ground in pain...
-...Iggy...? Iggy, are you okay...?!-America said in growing concern, as he sat by England and overlooked his current condition. Was he really...Going to die...?!-...IGGY?!
-...S-shut up...Y-you git...!-England barely managed to say, as he whirled on the ground in pain. It was so painful to even breathe...He felt like he struck by hundred knives...-...I-I am in..E-enough pain...A-already...W-without you...G-giving me...A-a splitting headache...!
He barely managed to yell out,
As agonizing pain went though his body...
-...IGGY...?!-America yelled in panic, as he was at a loss of what to do. He was dying! Dying! England was actually dying!-YOU AREN'T DYING, ARE YOU...?! IGGY! IGGY!
-...Of course he is dying, you fucking dumbass!-A mad voice was suddenly hear, just as Allen appeared a few feet away.-Oliver just took all of his fucking magic, the thing that all of us fucking have in different quantities inside of our "bodies", that let's us take human form and basically exist outside of the whole land/worst and darkest emotions thing!-He explained, in an amused and annoyed voice.-You didn't fucking know that, did you, you motherfucker?
He said in a mocking voice,
As he looked at the "scene" in glee...
-...We are back~-A mad and creepily happy voice was suddenly heard, as Oliver appeared right next to Allen. He could not wait for the fun to continue~-Are you not happy to see us? Did you not miss us at all?
