Pairing: UsUk
Warning: I distorted some of the revolution scene, but whatever.
Summary: It is better to have loved and lost, than to have never loved at all...right?
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Rain pattered on a battlefield.
It was dark, the soldiers were tired, and there was two people standing in the middle of it all.
Betrayal.
America was staring at England defiantly, the water clinging to his hair. "All I wanted, was my freedom!"
Why? Don't you like me? Didn't you...take my hand? Didn't you tell me that you loved me? Haven't I protected you? Loved you?
America charged at England, the bayonet looking almost as sharp as the pain in England's chest. His eyes were full of determination, but England didn't care to look further into them. He threw up his own gun.
Both of them clattered to the ground. America fell to the ground, where his already tattered uniform was splattered with mud.
Behind him, his broken looking army stood proudly, and together they all raised their guns. They were pointed at England.
England had a knife in his hand. It flashed against the gray sky, and he looked like a diamond against rocks with his crisp red uniform. He brought down the knife, he heard America's army rustle.
The knife stopped.
"Dammit!" England screamed, falling to his knees.
Failure.
"I...I just can't do it!"
Pain.
America stared at the broken man at his feet. "I remember," he whispered. "I remember when you were great."
No.
America stood up. He walked away, and he left England on a muddy battlefield in the new United States of America.
Love.
England woke up crying.
"Hey! England! Iggy!"
There were hands on his cheeks, pressing warmth into the tears. "Iggy, Iggy! What happened?"
England opened his eyes and stared at America.
"Don't leave me..." He cried.
America was quick to gather him into his arms. "No...no...Iggy. I love you. I love you."
England sniffed. "Why?" he sobbed.
America stroked soft, smooth circles into England's back. "Because it is better to have loved and lost, than to have never loved at all."
England wrapped his arms around America, and buried his tears in his thin T-shirt.
SO DEEP AMERICA ;A;
You can take that to mean anything you want it to. I just don't like the reasoning for the war to be that America loved England and wanted him to be his equal. It's so...cliche. But how else can you explain it? Once I figure that out, I'll write a longer fic.
Sorry for any mistakes! I'm American!
-Mallory
