"I HATE YOU ENGLAND NEVER TALK TO ME AGAIN!"
These words kept replaying in England's mind like a broken record player, there's always a lot more to the song but the disc is stuck playing only these specific words.
Not long ago did he see his little brother's Cold...Limp...Body.
He can't get the fact that he was the reason he is dead.
"I knew he was still depressed but no I had to go and push him over the age," England Grumbles out Anger along with a strong coating of Guilt mixed with sadness lacing his voice.
"England?" Canada's Soft voice states behind him.
"What Do you want Canada?"He replies weakly.
"Whats the matter."The Canadian asks Concern heavily covering his words like a soft velvet robe.
"He's Dead...He's Dead All because of me Canada.".
by Now Moist rivers of Anger and regret were pouring down his sickly pale face like waterfalls.
A New Warmth surrounds him as the distinct smell of maple leaves mixed with the overwhelming scent of Syrup.
"It's not your fault.."A Soft, warm, and inviting voice cooed at the distressed Brit.
Pulling away leaving the Brit in the coldness of reality.The Canadian Gives The Blond a Warm apologetic smile Filling it with love and a warm lacy message of It's not your fault.
England Smiles back with a Broken and helpless Exterior Protecting A Plastic interior.
With that, The Canadian left the brit to get ready for the world Meeting alone.
The World meeting wasn't the same with-out America.The meeting was less lively.
Even the Room itself was less lively.
The Gold On trimming the walls with its beautiful glory Dulled to a bronze.
The once lovely Cherry redwood now a Cold and somber red.
The once Chatter filled Room Echoing with life now just filled with memories of once was.
The Once lively group of personification stay silent.Nothing was the same without the Hyperactive American.
They miss the American a lot.
Even the Loud Danish was keeping his mouth shut.
The german wasn't being strict instead he just kept his head down.
"ENGLAND WHY CAN'T YOU LEAVE ME ALONE?!?!" A very angry American yelled out.
"BECAUSE WITHOUT ME, YOU WOULD BE DEAD!"The brit shouts back.
"DON'T YOU GET IT? I AM MY OWN COUNTRY WHY CAN'T YOU LEAVE ME ALONE YOU STUPID BRIT!"
England....
England?
ENGLAND!
no....no..I'm sorry....Please...wake up....
"YO ENGLAND YOU HEAR?" Shouts an American.
All the blond got was silence.
"England...Where are you?"The American's voice dropping to a serious octave as he starts to get worried.
In The abyss covered room Laid the So-Called Brit Eyes closed as if he was taking a nap.
But A Dark Somber red Sub-stent came From His Mouth in a slow river and Is Squirted from his Stomach Like a Geyser.
The American Rushes over to the Brit in one Very unsteady Step.
Rivers were falling from the American's Face as guilt wrapped around him like a rope.
"England?"A certain Japanese's ask Quietly.
"Yes, aWhat is it Japan?"The Brit Replies in an Emotionless tone.
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Scars from the past
FanfictionAmerica is dead And England is thinking it's all his fault. The countries are trying to help him but he can't get the last moments of being with america out of his head. Guilt,Sadness,And Pure regret is driving England over the edge. Will the other...
