PREVIOUSLY…
~Somewhere Else…
"Where the bloody hell is that fat oaf! He's been gone for a bloody week now!" the figure pacing back and forth ranted to himself, it seemed he had been doing this for the past five days or so, clearly despite his 'hatred' towards the country, this figure still cared deeply for him and worried about him. Maybe…a bit too much at times…but now was the perfect time to be worrying.
Continued:
It was during the pacing that England took a much too sharp turn and bumped into a table up against the wall and causing it to move a few inches; cursing a few oaths under his breath, he continued his pacing. The anxiety and fear building up with each strut he took across the polished wooden floor. Watching his feet he notices the corner of what looked to be black wrapping paper? Bending down, England reached under the same exact table he had bumped into not two minutes ago and pulled out a small-medium sized box wrapped up in a black type of cloth. "What the bloody…" He muttered as he turned it over and read the little sticker on it, his breath catching and throat constricting.
It was from America…to…him? Why would that git even bother with something like this? Opening the small little card, he read it to himself; 'Yo Iggy! I'm sorry about what I said earlier…so here's a present!'. England was sure America would've said the same thing to him anyways, it was just something the wanker would do, but even as he tried to feel some sort of anger...he just…couldn't. "Where are you Alfred?" England muttered as he opened up the small-medium box, unwrapping what was inside; he gasped and almost dropped it. Tears swelled up in his eyes but didn't fall, what had he done?
All he had ever been was mean to the bloody fat wanker, and now, who knew where he was! Heart constricting, England tucked it away in a hidden pocket over his heart-unknowingly that it was over his heart of course XD-, and walked more determinedly than ever down the hall.
He had to find his Hero.
Somewhere Else… (Again ;D):
America didn't make a sound, he was awake, but he couldn't find the will or heart to make any more effort to fight back now. What was the use? No-one was worrying about him or looking for him, so why should he even bother? Always, he's tried to be the Hero, but now what would the other countries say? Seeing one of the world's strongest nations brought down to his feet?
It was just at this moment that America realized he was on a bed, a way to comfortable bed, it seemed as if he was floating on a cloud…Letting his body and mind relax, America sunk into oblivion, greeting it with joy and open arms. Allowing it to take him away from the small stabs of pain that had started to register in his mind, he faded away into the deepest depths of his mind, to a time when he was…younger…and together with England.
Okay, this probably sucks…but I wanted to give everyone (those few who are actually reading this) something to read because I haven't updated in a while.
Sorry about that *grins sheepishly*
Soooo…what do you think America should've given England? Because I have NO idea XD