Well, well, well! How is everyone? I am so tired, didn't sleep at all last night but I digress, here's the next one shot.

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Fifty-Eight: Nightmares.

It's raining.

That much I'm certain of. I don't notice it, apart from the soft pelting of the water when it hits the muddy ground.

My chest rises and falls rapidly.

My eyes are fixated on another's.

My gun is cocked, ready to shoot.

I tilt my head to the side as I analyse the situation. How? How did it come to this? All I wanted was for us to be together. Forever. Was that so much to ask?

"England." He calls out. Coldly. Demanding. I shudder.

"All I want is my freedom! I'm no longer a child, nor your little brother."

He says the last two words with such malice that I feel weak at the knees. I feel I'm going to collapse.

Bearing it no longer, I charge at him and our guns clash, causing his to fly up into the air and land harshly on the ground.

He's look at me unbelievingly but says nothing.

"Ready! Aim!" I hear one of his general's shout and his troops rally, pointing their guns at me, watching. Waiting.

Suddenly I'm overcome with the thought of him. As a little child, so scared when I would have to leave. So happy when I made him toys.

So different when I came back one day to find him grown up. An adult.

I should have known then. I should have known it wasn't going to last. But I ignored the signs and continued on like everything was fine.

I was stupid.

I was naïve.

I was in love.

Not with my little brother as a child. But as an adult. But he wasn't my little brother anymore. And if that was the case why shouldn't I let him have his independence? Why didn't I want to let go? Was I scared? Scared that he'd reject me?

Thinking of all this is too much and I drop my gun and slump to the ground, covering my eyes.

"I can't shoot you. Why? Damn it, why?"

I feel his eyes looking down at me. In pity. My heart breaks.

"You know why."

And he turns.

He turns and walks away.

"AMERICA!"

I bolt up-right, sweat cover my back, my breathing coming out in short, raspy breaths.

"England, stop screaming my name. It's annoying. You're only allowed to scream my name when I'm on top of you. Shut up and go back to sleep."

I turn to my left and I feel my whole body relax. He's there. Beside me. I lie back down again and look at him in silent adoration.

"Stop staring at me. It's creepy."

I laugh and he opens one eye.

"Why were you screaming?" He asks. I shrug, not really wanting to think about it.

"Bad dream." I state simply and he frowns and slings an arm around my waist.

"Don't worry, I'm here."

I'm in love. Completely and unconditionally. And he just affirms these feelings by adding, "And I always will be."

America, you're so cute! Thanks for reading. LucyMoon1992 x