Hello lovely readers~ This is Alfred's POV of my story "Break" it doesn't matter which one you read first. Enjoy~
Disclaimer: If I did own Hetalia... Spain would never wear a shirt :3
"Why Alfred? Why are you doing this?" he asked me. I could plainly see the pain in his emerald eyes. Emerald eyes that usually glowed so brightly were now dull and lifeless. They killed me. I should be hating him right now, he was never there for me when I desperately needed him. At the same time, the times when he was here are some of my happiest memories. I would run outside when I saw him walking up the pathway and jump into his arms where he would pick me up and spin me around, that melodious laugh ringing in my ears. No, no now is not the time to be thinking that, you hate him Alfred, he left you for months even years at a time. He abandoned me. Now I would abandon him and become my own country. I would no longer be his obedient little colony; I will become the United States of America.
"Look at you England, you used to be so strong and here you are on your knees in the mud, shameless tears running down your cheeks." I said to him, looking him directly in the eyes making sure my voice sounded cold and void of emotion. "Nothing I do is good enough for the mighty United Kingdom is it?" my voice taking on a mocking tone but soon switched to frigid and angered as I said "You were never around Arthur, you weren't there when I needed you. It's time for me to become my own country." I realized that my voice had slipped into a hurt and angered tone and a sliver of pain entered my body, making my heart ache even more. I knew it was time to say the one thing that would make him break, but was it right to be hating him so much? He was taking care of me and his own country. If it was so right to be hating him then why did it hurt me? Why does seeing him in pain hurt me as well? Why is all I want to do is hold him close and tell him everything will be alright just like he used to do for me?
"Just go home England I don't need you anymore." there, it was said and there's no going back, hell there was no going back a long time ago. As soon as I fired that first shot there had been no going back. I made the mistake of looking him in the eyes and I saw nothing but pain, anguish and misery, but most of all disbelief. Not wanting to let myself get effected I put on a soldiers expression and threw Arthurs flag onto the muddy ground by his knees and turned to walk away. This is what my people and I want; to have independence, to be free of English rule. Why did I hurt so much inside? Why was it killing me inside to know that his smile wouldn't light up when I walked in the room anymore? Why was it killing me to know that he would never come home now? Why was it killing me to know that I had hurt him so deeply. On that day, the day my nation won the war, the day my nation was truly born was the day my world collapsed and the day the numbness crept in and overtook me.
O.O 569 words...I'm getting better :D
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