"[N-Name]," Little Canada said, taking a step closer to you while you managed France's garden. Glancing over at the small boy, you gave him a smile. "D-Do you enjoy g-gardening?" he finished, a small blush on his face. You gave a light chuckle nodding your head in response.
"I do, it helps me take my mind off of things and I enjoy seeing what happens after all of my hard work." Canada nodded, his blush only growing as you stuck the small shovel into the dirt and chucking it somewhere else. Canada watched over your shoulder as you placed in the seeds of the flowers before covering them over with the dirt. Leaning backwards you glanced over at Canada, pointing to the freshly berried seeds you smiled.
"In a couple of weeks, those seeds will bloom into beautiful sunflowers."[1] Canada nodded before turning to the side and looking around the rest of the garden at all the roses that bloomed. He thought that sunflowers would be a nice change in France's garden. Standing to your feet, you dusted off your apron and wiped your hands away of the dirt. Placing your hands on your hips you looked down at Canada, a smile grazed your lips.
"Well now, let's go inside and prepare lunch shall we?" Canada glanced up at you and nodded before taking off into the house. You were getting ready to follow, when you heard something behind you. Turning around, you looked all around only to see nothing there. Raising an eyebrow you just shrugged it off, figuring that it was a wild animal in France's garden again.
"Silly little animals." you muttered to yourself, starting into the house. But before you could reach the door, a voice called out, making you stop in your tracks.
"Is that what you see me as now, an animal?" Turning your head in the direction of the voice you gasped. A couple of feet away from you, England stood underneath one of the white arches that was covered with roses. His face held a saddened look as he stood there staring at you. You didn't know how to react, you weren't expecting England to appear at France's house, not after what had happened. You turned around to fully face him, wanting to know why he was even here. England's eyes flickered to the ground before he closed them and gave a depressing chuckle.
"I suppose you're wondering why I'm here?" he said, ashamed to look you in the face any longer. You narrowed your eyes, pain filling in your heart as you gave him a chance to speak. "I'm here-" he paused, "to take you back home." he finished, glancing back up at you, only to be greeted with a frown and disappointing look. He sighed after you didn't say anything, putting a hand on his head he ruffled his already messy mop.
"Damn it, I-" he said, trying to find the right words to say. "I never meant to hurt you!" His eyes held the same look as he felt in his heart, emptiness. He was so disappointed in himself that he hurt you so badly, he never meant to lose control like that. He loved you more then anything in the world, so why would he porously want to hurt you. He was so lost without you, those nights he spent alone in his bed. Without your warmth, without your smiling face in the mornings, without those beautiful soft lips of yours. He needed you back, he wanted you home.
Biting your lower lip you sighed, closing your eyes you turned around, no longer able to listen to any of this. England's heart broke completely in half as he watched you retreating back into the house without saying a word. Gritting his teeth, he felt the tears welding up in the corners of his eyes. Taking a step forward with his fists balled at his sides he shouted out as loud as he could.
"I love you, [Name]!" You paused, your hand on the handle of the door. Your eyes were wide, did England really just say what you thought he said? You felt your heart ache in your chest as you opened the door. England watched as you took a step inside.
"I can't stay-" His eyes widened, he was going to lose you forever. What had he done? Why could he have done differently to have kept you? Didn't you love him the same way he loved you? Had you fallen for that stupid frog, France or that stupid Spaniard, Spain? Then, he heard a small shine of hope in your trembling voice. "I can't stay here any longer, I need to go back home." That was when he saw your tear streakened face and the small smile that lingered on your lips. England closed his eyes and stood there, relived in hearing those words. Hearing your footsteps disappear and the door close, he turned around and headed back home, where he would wait for you to return.
And that was when he felt his heart beginning to finally heal
