I'm sorry this took so long to get up~ Such writers block ughh. So I'm bringing back the quotes because someone said they enjoy them *tears of joy* IM NOT THE ONLY ONE WITH AN OBSESSION WITH CRIME.
"I didn't want to hurt them, I only wanted to kill them."
~Sam Berkowitz (A.K.A. The Son Of Sam)
"I should have gone to college and got into real estate and got myself an aquarium. That's what I should have done."
~Jeffrey Dahmer (A.K.A. The Milwaukee Monster)
"We serial killers are your sons, we are your husbands, we are everywhere-and there will be more of your children dead tomorrow."
~Ted Bundy
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Over the next half hour, Britain gave the younger man a full, detailed summary of . . . of . . . Well, of whatever trouble the Brit had gotten himself into while time traveling. He handled his words delicately in both an attempt to make everything clearer, and to keep America as calm as possible.
"Well, it all started on your birthday." That was the first line of this seemingly endless story. Apparently, was a good one too, as he immediately had cerulean eyes glued to him, shining brightly with curiosity and suspense.
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The story drifted by tediously-each minute dripping with boredom at some moments, then suspense at the next. As agonisingly lengthy as that half hour was, it came to a halt eventually. Silence came up from out of nowhere and drowned the both of them second by second. It should've seemed natural, seeing as endless words had been spoken by one of the men, yet it was anything but. The clock ticked rhythmically as it had since the moment it was hung on the wall. The distant sounds of London's busy evening streets drifted in from the open window. Both America and Britain breathed steadily, as if they didn't have the other to accompany them.
America's voice was the sudden crackling of that delicate silence.
"That...really happened?" he asked in disbelief.
England chuckled dryly, his forest-green orbs refusing to light up with any sort of true amusement. "I wouldn't have wasted thirty minutes on a prank. Trust me." he said. His phoney lightheartedness was replaced with an undeniably real sigh. "What you saw in that vision was real. It really did happen-as odd as that sounds."
"Yeah, yeah. I know, but it's just a lot to take in, y'know?" His cerulean gaze met directly with England's. Somehow, the honesty that swung back and forth between the two was a rather comforting feeling.
The Englishman nodded. "I suppose you're right."
At that moment, something sounded familiar. It took awhile for them to realise that it was the irritating sound of nothing. Quiet seized the moment once again. But as usual, it didn't last as long as they expected.
England began, "If that's all you need, then I guess-"
"Not yet. I still have some questions." America interrupted.
The Brit sighed, though he felt guilty for doing so. After all, he was the reason America had questions. "Fine, then ask away." he said.
The young blond pulled his legs up onto the sofa, ignoring the sharp glare he received from England for dirtying his furniture with his sneakers. His lips stretched open widely, forming a lengthy and deep yawn. Despite his years spent traveling, he never quite had gotten used to jet lag.
At last, he began to speak. "Why did you do it?" he inquired nonchalantly, his voice a bit quieter than normal.
The Englishman that sat across from him didn't hesitate in raising one of his signature bushy eyebrows. "Do what?" The American's inquiry was far more vague than he'd expected.
America replied with a mute shrug of his shoulders. "All of it, I guess. Not just the whole 'mission: reverse revolution' thing, but also what happened because of it."
England's emeralds grew wide, his heartbeat gaining abnormal pace-as if he had just taken a drag of cannabis (only without the pleasure). His thin yet worn fingers began pulling at his sleeves in desperate attempt to occupy themselves. His gaze floated from the familiar cerulean one of America, studying the outline of each and every hardwood panel.
"That's...rather sudden." Britain murmured coyly. "Unexpected." he added.
The American across from him tilted his head in question, but the motion was not in England's field of vision.
"Well, not really. When you consider the fact that you did just tell me that long-ass story-" he was abruptly caught off.
"Fine! I'll tell you!" England exclaimed in frustration and annoyance.
America rolled his eyes at the man's anger, but figured he didn't care as long as he received his answer.
After what felt like an eternity, England spoke up. "Don't laugh." he warned. "Promise me."
America just had to let out a tiny chuckle on that one. He hadn't gotten anything so childish out of the man for months. His giggles were shut up by the glare he received, cutting through his ego.
"Promise." England repeated, this time far sharper.
The younger nodded intensely. "I promise." he swore.
Britain let the glare fall, his eyes regaining their normal composure. He began his response with a heavy sigh, but he began speaking anyhow. "It's hard to explain." he stated. "My emotions were sort of riled up because of all the memories. You know, it being your birthday and all." the Brit explained thoroughly.
America only response was to nod in understanding.
With that, the Englishman continued. "Why I did it is another story completely..." England knew that story wasn't that complicated, but it was an emotional story-one he'd rather keep hidden deep down inside the depths of his incredibly human mind. Despite the waves of his emotion tsunami, he forced himself to continue. "I still, kind of..." he trailed off, his upper teeth digging marks into his bottom lip.
"Yeah?" America asked, supporting England to continue his sentence. "I promised not to laugh, remember?" he added softly, trying his best to comfort the other who was clearly in emotional distress.
Britain could feel his chest warm gradually at the sincerity and kindness he sensed in America's voice. Encouraged, he continued-the vital organ residing in his chest thumping harder with every word that slipped off of his tongue.
"I still care about you." he rushed out. His cheeks were dancing with warmth, a red hue sprinkled across his facial features. After a few moments, he added, "That's why." England lifted his head from his intense gaze on the floor to meet America's eyes at last. Though he expected a cocky grin, what he received was far different. The younger nation didn't look much different than he did. America's face was also graced with a noticeable pink hue. Somehow, the other's embarrassment made England's pride grow from where it had stood so lowly.
America's voice held a stutter, but England could still make out what he said. "There's...there's nothing wrong with that." he insisted in a barely audible whisper. "B-Because I care about you too." he murmured shyly, fiddling with his thumbs.
The words only worsened the tornado whipping throughout England's heart. But at the same exact time, they also caused it to ache. With a heavy heart, he began speaking once again. "Yes, but...but I care about you in a different sense." he protested weakly.
America inquired, "What do you mean?"
England gave a shaky sigh. "In a bad way." he muttered.
America didn't reply that time around. Neither spoke, neither were brave enough to. They had fought through countless wars and simple conflicts, but the battle of emotions was too much to bear. The violence was unseen, and yet it was still there. Perhaps that violence would calm down if they stayed silent.
That theory, though, was never tested-as a certain American gathered up his fallen bravery and spoke.
"Those kisses..." he trailed off before picking up where he left off. "They weren't accidents, were they?" he asked. The silence he was met with felt even more deadly than the question itself.
England nodded his head. "No, America. They weren't."
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Short chapter is short. Sorry I made a reference to weed. I was watching a documentary about the history of illegal drugs a few nights ago.
So this story is gonna come to an end soon! Can't wait! Because this story has kinda become a pain in the ass.
Until next time!