It Took All This

Chapter 15

🌎 WARNING! SERIOUS FEELS IN THIS CHAPTER! You're probably gonna read it anyway, so just know it's gonna have feels.🌍

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England woke up to the sound of Germany yelling "Italy! It is time for training! Unlock England's cell! I don't want him escaping, so he's coming with us!"
"Ve~ yes-a Sir!"
Italy unlocked England's cell. he handcuffed one of England's wrists and took him outside, where he secured the other cuff to a metal post.

England looked around. he was in an open backyard, with a tall stone fence around the outer edges. Weights and other exercise equipment was spread out across the enormous lawn. It was odd, there was very little defense other than the wall. It seemed easy to break into.
England watched the axis powers train for a while, then asked Germany, "why is there no defense? Aren't you worried someone will attack, especially now that you have a prisoner?"
Germany glanced at him. "Well, not really. there are guard dogs out there, who will alert me to any signs of an attack. And besides, the allies have already gained made new alliances. it doesn't seem like they are coming to rescue you anytime soon."
Turning his attention away from England, he called to Italy, "Okay that's enough training for today! Let's go back inside!"
England was led back inside and thrown back in his cell. The axis had left to eat lunch, so England was alone with his thoughts. "Is it true?" He asked himself. "Does no one are what happens to me? Of course not, I was stupid to think I would be rescued." he thought bitterly. "I mean, who cares about the grumpy old Brit who claims he can see magical creatures?" He could practically hear his 'allies' saying that.
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America sat in his hotel room, worrying about his plan. what if it doesn't work? That's risking my life, too! What if England gets mad at me for trying to help him? He tends to like to figure things out on his own. What if England got killed? What if England doesn't want to be rescued?
What if England is still mad at me for the American Revolution?

What if England hates me?
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England sat in the corner of his cell, sulking. He remembered every time someone said something mean to him.

You're such an unfashionable loser!
Caterpillar eyebrows!
Your food tastes like petrified couch stuffing!
Black sheep of Europe!
You used to be so great.
I'm not your little brother!
I hate you!
England couldn't take it anymore. Sure, the frog's comments were mean, but they were nothing in comparison to the things America had said. As his thoughts drifted to the Revolution, England couldn't hold it back any longer. He started crying. Hard. I bet America still hates me for that, he thought bitterly.
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What if England hates me?
What if he doesn't want to be rescued?
America started to worry like crazy. I should let France lead the rescue mission. England obviously wouldn't want to see me. America thought these things to himself when suddenly his television flickered to life.
"...England?"

🌎 I know, the feels, but this chapter is taking a while and I want to build up the anticipation, so, deal with it. next chapter be up by tomorrow!🌍