The Rain Always Falls Here Part 3: Do You Remember..? Let Us Reminisce.
"America, do you remember the time when you were younger, you had that dreadful cold." Britain said easily but was a little bothered by the memory he had brought up.
America looks at England beside him with an uncertain look. "Which time? You have gotta be more specific with these things! I got sick all the time, everyone does, even now! I can't remember every time I get sick! " He turns his head the way it was before grinning. The both of them were sitting outside on the grass next to a lake near England's house. The sun was shining brightly and the warmth of the rays was relaxing to America and Britain. It was rare for the United Kingdom to not have rain so Britain thought a little get together with America was in order.
England stared at the ripples the water made from any kind of contact it had with any object. "Well, you should have remembered this one. I surely do." England's voice changed from calm to troubled sounding. "You fell into this lake while you were playing. At the time, you didn't know how to swim and the water was very deep." England's voice begins to crack, but he swallows hard so it wouldn't, he tried hard so America wouldn't notice the way he was behaving. "Luckily, I was there to save you and you didn't drown, but what If I wasn't there..?" England's voice cracks and he didn't try to stop it.
America looks back at England with a reassuring smile, but his eyes say otherwise. "England! Don't get all depressing now! It's not even raining and you're talking about gloomy things!" America pats England on the back and gives him a big smile. "Seriously dude! It's nothing to worry about now! Heck I'm still here right?"
England smiles a bit, but he couldn't help thinking about that memory. "Yes, well. I apologize for that. I guess I'm not used to this sort of weather." he sighs, "But really America. You were playing outside all the time. Even at times when I didn't know you were outside. If one of those times you went out to play when I wasn't there and you fell in... I can't even imagine what I would have done. I can't bare thinking, even the slightest thought that something terrible would have happened to you."
America looks at England sadly. He gives England a playful push so he would fall to his side. "Hey stop talking about sad stuff! Jeez England you're totally harshing my usually awesome, happy mood! Stop worrying about stuff!"
England brings himself back upright, feeling a little angry, but he smiles at America. "You twat! Don't push me! Stop acting like a whiny toddler!" He stands up to brush himself off. He looks down at America who was still sitting and smiling a stupid smile. "I know I fret a lot. I can't help that. That cold you got was just as bad as you nearly drowning! Death almost took you in both occurrences." England's face turns into a heartbreaking look as he stared at America, like he had lost the most important thing he had. "I almost lost you..."
America continues to look at England with sad eyes; he didn't know what to say. He stands up and faces England. "Well, it's not like that now you senile old man! I'm not a child anymore! I always tell you that! I can do things by myself and I can swim now! "
A smile creeps back up on Britain's face he chuckles a cheerless chuckle, "That's a laugh! Sure you can swim now, but all senseless blasted things you do every day by yourself are no better!" England sighs, "But all I'm trying to say is that I don't want anything bad to happen to you, you bloody wanker."
England pauses and walks over to the lake bending down and setting a hand into the water, moving his hand around disrupting the little ripples. "Just like that time you fell in here; I'll always be there to help you when you need it. I won't let you drown..."
He takes his hand out of the water and gets up to look at America. He smiles wholeheartedly at America who returns the smile. "Hey England. You must be a real dumbass to think I would need YOUR help!" America laughs. England is not amused, but he still smiles at America even though the reply annoyed him. "Shut up, git!"
America laughs. He gets down and lies on his back on the grass watching the moving clouds and thinks about what each cloud looked like. He points to one, "That one looks like a burger!" He points to another, "Oh! And that one looks like a cheeseburger!" yet another one he points to, "Holy crap! That one looks like Tony!"
Not knowing whether or not America is serious or not, England grins and leaves it alone. He sits back down next to America and looks towards the lake watching several leaves float around on top of the water deciding to count each one that would fall.
One...
Two...
Three...
Four...
Five...
"Six..."
"Seven..."
"Eight..."
"Nine..." America stops counting his ammunition, "Shit... I only have nine bullets for my M9." He yells out in aggravation. "Damn it all! When I see Prussia I want nine THOUSAND bullets going through that bastard's skull!"
America had woken up before sunrise to get ready for his trip. Though, it was still raining out so it was hard to tell if it was morning or still night by looking outside the window of his hotel room. He checked the clock when he woke up, 4:00 am.
He prepared his supplies and himself and was ready to head out. America had done some last minute checking of inventory to make sure he had everything he needed.
"Man, nine bullets won't be enough overall. England might still be fighting and I won't have enough ammunition to fight off Prussia's damn troops! One weapon is not enough either, not even close!" America sighed and he eagerly took his things and stuffed it in a backpack; that he bought at a store near the hotel, and was heading out the door.
He had completely tossed away the idea of England being dead to liven up his attitude. Not to mention all the depressing thoughts he was thinking about before he went to sleep last night. So he wanted to drive all negative feelings out his mind that way he can focus on getting England back. His mood lifted and America was just about back to his old self.
"Okay England! The Hero's coming to rescue ya!" He said anxiously. "After this seriously epic rescue mission you will no choice, but to love me!" He said out loud. He stops in his tracks and stares at the open door of his room. The feelings were back again, but he smiles, just a little though. "I'd still come for you even if you don't love me." He said softly to himself.
He went out through the door and closed it behind him, walking at a slow pace then going faster every second until he was racing through the hotel.
While running through the halls to the lobby, America made note of everything he had to make sure, once again, that he had everything he needed, "Okay!" He huffed, "I got my M9, nine bullets, dozens of bandages, alcohol rub, antibiotics, small towels, ice/heat packs, and water bottles!" There wasn't much America brought along in his backpack. There wasn't much America had in the first place. What he had on him when he bolted out England's house was his M9 with backup ammo and fifty bucks. He used up the money mostly on first aid for England and America couldn't even get a lot of that since fifty dollars doesn't go as far in the UK like it does at his place, in the US.
He takes in more breaths. "I also got a Prussia ass-kickin' motivation and of course myself, the hero!" He darted through the lobby, chucking the room keys to the worker at the front desk who cursed at him. Right out the doors he went, sprinting down the path where France had lugged him and past the spot where he had passed out.
America was determined and ready. Nothing was going to stop him from reaching England this time and he meant it! The thunder sounded as if it were cheering on America as he ran. The rain wasn't fighting against him, more like pushing him from behind to run faster, to hurry up and get to England. Lightning brightened the world and made the path more visible to see for America.
While running, he recalls back to the memory of him and Britain at a lake near his house that had happened a month ago. In the memory, the sun was shining for the first time in a long time in the United Kingdom. America thinks to what England had said to him on that day. America smiles and tears fall down his cheeks, "I'll be the one to help YOU this time Arthur... I will be the one to be there for YOU..!" He wipes away the tears with the back of his hand, "And I won't let you drown."