Disclamer: I don't own Hetalia sadly
England POV
He knew what was going to happen, for this was not the first time he had been through this. It was dark and cold at first, but then it got colder and England knew what was coming.
Gun shoots rang in England's ears. Rain hit his dirty face. He knew he had to fight him he didn't want to no that's the last thing he wanted. Why couldn't things go back to how they were?
He had known one day America would grow up, but he didn't think it would happen like this. Why war? Why did both there people have to suffer.
Running at America he scrapes the side of his gun causing it to fly out of his hands. He points his own rifle at America hoping it will scare him enough to give this up already. He sees the fear in his eye, but it does not file him with relief liked he had hoped, it causes him pain to much pain to handle. He drops to his knees.
"I can't do it, I can't do I can't do it". Mutters under his breath unsure if America can hear him. He feels the tears run down his already wet face.
"You use to be so big." America says.6 simple words, 6 simple words that cut deeper then any knife.
He hopes that is over now no more memories, but something knew happens. Something changes. He was in the same place he had been moments ago but he wasn't pointed his rifle at the America he knew was there that day. He was pointing it at the America "little" America. The America he had found so long ago.
He feels his hand preparing the gun to fire." No, no stop it stop it". He thinks but his body does not feel like stopping. Closing his eye not wanting to see what he knows he about to do. Inside he cries and screams, on the out side he feels him self squeeze the trigger.
Canada POV.
Alone. That's what he felt alone. He had been to many memories and that's the one word to describe what he had felt reliving them alone. He had always known people usually forgot him but it never has much as it hurt right now.
As long as he had been alone he had been alive. No one remembered him not even the bear he healed with him. If he left no one would notice because they didn't even know he had been there.
"It's not fair". Canada thought to him self. Why did it have to be him? Why not someone else, why him?
"Why not you?" He heard a voice say.
"But that impossible this is my head".
"Well maybe you're crazy". The same voice answered.
"Why are you here?"
"Well I thought that was obvious, but if you don't know I'm here to show you".
"Show me what?"
"To show you, that you are alone. Forever alone. You will always be forgotten. No one will notice you, no one wants to." The voice answered in a cruel tone.
"You're wrong". Canada yelled but it came out a low whisper.
"How Am I wrong? Your brother doesn't even notice you. The man that raised you. Who was it oh yes France how many times has he notice you twice in the last 50 years, and we mustn't forget England also some what raised you and right now he's not even worried about you. America he is worrying about, himself he's worried about, even the "frog he's feeling a little worried for, but not you. Why you, you asked. This is Why because you are unloved, unwanted, a waste of space. That's why."
"NO, NO, NO ,NO your wrong". Canada yelled, but not even himself could hear the yell. All he heard was the cruel voice chanting.
"Unloved, unwanted, a waste of space." Over and over. Never stopping.
A/N: so howed you like it? Please Review.
Who whould you like America to be shipped with if I ship him with anyon
