It can't be. It just can't. I loved my brother, I really did, but why is it that I couldn't even utter a single complement to him? or actually spend time with him despite his denial. And now he's...I pressed my palms to my face and cried. Its my fault anyways. "It's not too late," America said, "We'll find them together, all of them, and bring them home." (Rewritten c:)
Rated: T - English - Horror/Family - Chapters: 1 - Words: 2,972 - Reviews: 4 - Favs: 16 - Follows: 17 - Published: 4/16/2013 - S. Italy/Romano, England/Britain, Prussia, Norway