England sighed and took me back home we walked together I rested an arm around him for support. Sometimes I wondered why he hadn't left me like everyone else. I've hurt him more than anyone else I know, more than any country I had even once befriended. He was the man who raised me, so of course he meant a lot to me and I loved him more than anyone else I knew. That's why one of these days I'm going to tell him how I feel about him; I don't know when but soon. He went into the kitchen and came back out with a cup of tea.
"Why were you out there America?" He asked with concern and gave me the cup. I sighed and looked at him with pleading eyes. I probably looked pathetic. "Never mind, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to America, I'll leave you alone," He muttered. I grabbed his hand and stared into my tea.
"I want to tell you England, but I don't know how." I muttered. "I guess, you could just say that I was remembering good moments; and not so good moments. Don't worry about me though, you can go home England."
"If you're alright to stay here by yourself, I'll go…" England said and came closer. I noticed pink dusting his cheeks, what was going on why was he blushing so much. Why was I blushing!? My cheeks heated up and my eyes were forced shut. "Take care Alfred…" He muttered and pressed his lips against mine. He pulled away and walked out leaving me to think of everything I did wrong. Everything I ever did to anyone in my life. The first person I thought of was one of my best friends, Japan.
Japan and I were really really good friends. I couldn't believe he would have ever betrayed me the way he had. I didn't want to wage war on him; it'd be like wanting to try to kill Matthew, or Arthur. Everything used to be so right between us, now I wonder if things would ever go back to the way they had used to. I was always a jerk, I should have turned a blind eye when he attacked Pearl Harbour; I shouldn't have fought back. I'm just glad I didn't kill him. It was always hard for me to think of what it would have been like if I wouldn't have been power hungry back then, and be more like Mattie. I never called my brother that anymore; it was always Canada, or Canadia, how stupid could I be forgetting his name. Just thinking about the time I went to War with him sickens me more than anything.
However, Japan. It sickens me to all extent knowing that I hurt him, like I said we were best friends for a while. Most people don't know that about us but yeah we were. We hung out, quite a bit at that. We did all sorts of things together, watched movies, went out to eat with his fancy chopsticks and even ate at McDonalds! Not to mention watching scary movies, and all sorts of other things like watching the flittering cherry blossoms floating to the ground once they began blooming. Even though I hated winter because it was so cold, I loved waking up and going to Japan's to watch the Cherry blossom trees when they were in bloom. First Day of Spring I was always hanging out with him to watch them bloom. All the different colors were absolutely beautiful, the different shades of pinks, and whites. It was times like this when I was happy to be hanging with Japan, even if it was a bit chilly.
"Hey Japan, look over here!" I laughed. He was playing with his dog but he turned to direct his attention to me. I held out my hands and showed him the small flower in my large hands. Japan smiled and closed my hands around the small flower.
"That's great America-san, be gentre and keep that frower, and protect it, America-san," Japan said softly. I smiled as he closed my hands over the flower and his large brown emotionless warm eyes looked at mine. Everything was so good here; I really didn't think anything could have gone wrong. However it did, but it wasn't my fault, it was Japan's he attacked first. He never should have if he didn't want to get hurt.
I can still remember running around with Japan, day after day when things were good eating out, eating in movies, video games, all sorts of things and still he wanted to attack did he think that would be a good thing? Honestly he should have known he was going to get hurt!
I sighed and stared into my tea Arthur made for me. I touched my fingers to my lips, where Arthur's once were. I still couldn't believe he kissed me. I shook my head my heart still racing, get your act together America, England left you here to think about what you've done idiot! I thought. Some hero I am. I sighed and beganremembering everything about Japan's attack. We were happy before that happened what happened, what changed we were really happy in retrospect I can't think of a time where I wasn't happy with Kiku. Maybe it was all one sided. My eyes widened at my own thoughts. No, I'm sure Japan was happy too, it's impossible to think he wasn't! My heart began to pound so loud and fast I could hear it in my head. I shook my head and the tea dropped from my hands as I curled into a ball on the couch. Japan was happy too! I'm sure of it! I thought.
"Than why else would he have attacked!?" I screamed. I pulled the pillows over my head and screamed into it. Voices shot through my head rushing through everything like a bullet, I slammed my eyes shot as I continued to hear voices. This was the worst idea of my life; I saw everything play through my head like a bad movie!
Loud frantic knocks boomed on the front door of my house. "America! America! Open the door, hurry I have bad news!" Someone shouted. I turned on my stomach and pulled the pillow over my head. "America please, open the door! You're going to want to hear this open up! Let me in America please!" he shouted again.
I looked over at my wall, "December seventh, at seven fifty in the morning," I muttered I yawned and pulled myself from the warmth of my bed. "I'm coming!" I yawned.