Trapped in Darkness

9foxgrl

IV

A/N: Warning, this story will contain some USUKUS so if you don't like you don't have to keep reading. Also this is my first yaoi story so take mercy on me please!

It's been a week since my secret has been found out…and I have not heard from England since then. Canada stayed for two days trying to earn (beg) his forgiveness by helping me around the house. I had to bitch slap him to get him to stop crying and hugging me to death every time he saw me.

Luckily Prussia swung by to get him before I was tempted to punt my brother over Niagara Falls.

But England…I haven't heard from him. It's making me worry.

I groaned as I listened to my computer's dictation program read to me the last meeting's minutes. Crap. Everyone knows I'm blind now.

In that week I've gotten several phone calls from other Nations, hell France even offered to type me a copy of his speeches in Braille. I've also received some packages of sweets, and care packages from other Nations. I've even got a call from Japan and Switzerland asking for me to allow my eyes to be examined by them. I am the first Nation to ever go blind so apparently this is noteworthy.

I can just imagine what's going to happen now. My closest allies are going to get borderline overprotective on me. If they attempt to try and stick me in bubble wrap or something I am going to cut some one.

"Damn it, I need a cup of tea."

Yeah I drink tea from time to time. I'm the freaking United States of America; I need variety in my life. Hell I am variety.

Entering my kitchen I filled my tea kettle with water and searched through my pantry for that box tucked in the corner.

'Let's see…third box on the fourth shelf on the left. Damn out of chamomile…Memo to self-go shopping Saturday… ooh! Oh goody! I still have some lemon tea left.'

It took me a long time after going blind that I was able to cook again. The first time I had tried to make tea I burned myself. At least know I can do it without spilling a pot of hot water on my arm.

Grabbing my tea cup I spun it on my finger tip while I waited for the water to heat up. In just a few minutes my tea was ready.

Just before I could take a sip there was a loud crash from my living room as the door was flung open then shut. Setting my cup down I walked into the living room and was hugged by a warm body that stank of alcohol.

On instinct I grabbed the person and flung them over my shoulder. From the crack I'm sure they hit the wall.

"Sorry America-" the person drunkenly moaned.

I blinked as I recognized the voice. "England? You drunk dude?"

"Ugh…maybe…" England hiccuped.

I shook my head in chagrin as I grabbed him and dragged him up the stairs. "Come on, let's get you to bed. I rather deal with you sober and sane…well saner of mind."

"America…"

"Hmm?"

"I'm sorry…"

I shivered as his breath tickled the back of my neck.

"I…tried to use my magic…so I could fix your eyes…couldn't find the spell that can do it."

I smiled softly. "It's okay England."

"No it's not! It was my fault…It was mine…" he began to sob. "You must hate me."

"I don't hate you." I reply as I laid him down on my bed.

Arthur POV

How can he not hate me?

I took his sight in that act of revenge.

Even I would hate myself.

It hurt me to look into his blue eyes. How cruel they were still the same ocean blue that mesmerized me. Why had I never noticed that that they no longer had that innocent light shining within them?

"Arthur? Are you okay?"

Without even knowing why; I grabbed him by his collar and kissed him.

Normal POV

…What the Hell…just happened here?