{Americas POV, The next day}
I hate looking at Arthur like this. He looks so weak and defenceless...I can't handle seeing him like this. I sigh and get off the bed, a frown on my face, and go downstairs. Scotland was working on some spell, I don't really know what it was, but it looked cool. Some sparks were flying out of an old dusty book. I went to the kitchen to make coffee. As I drank the coffee I sighed, I couldn't believe this was happening to Arthur. He always seemed so strong, like nothing anyone said bothered him. I was clearly wrong. I was going to ask Scotland how the spell was going along but decided not to. That guy scares me shitless, so I just went back up to Arthur's room. I sat on the edge of the bed and intertwined our hands.
"Y'know Arthur..I'm sorry. I'm sorry I didn't notice all this sooner, I wish you told me..but I can understand why you wouldn't want to.."
"'Kay, I'm done. You might wanna leave while I do this." Scotland appeared next to me and I jumped. Wait no-I totally wasn't scared right then! I nodded quickly and left the room, closing the door and pressing my ear against the wood to listen.
"'Kay England, let's hope this works.."
Scotland started to chant.
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The Voice In My Head ~UsUk~
FanfictionUPDATED VERSION England is haunted every night by a mysterious voice, it waits for him to fall asleep and tortures him. The voice is known as Oliver: Arthurs evil side. Oliver is sick of being contained in Arthur's head and wants out: to be in cont...
