Blue Veins • Rusame

Promise

"I can explain." England said, staring down at the floor with shame.

"Explain then." America demanded impatiently, furious at his friend. England looked back up in hopes of finding the correct words to explain why he had stolen America away from the Russian's house.

"I love you."

"I'm serious Iggy. Stop messing around. Why am I here?" the American ordered, growing increasingly annoyed at the Englishman.

"I am serious. I love you. Always have always will."

"If you're not going to be serious with me I'm just going to leave." America stated adamantly. There was a pause filled with silence and tension before America finally decided to leave. He pushed past his friend and made his way to the green, memory-filled hallway where he was met with a ghost from his past. At his feet was the stuffed bear England gave him as a child, the union flag printed on its paws. He picked it up for a moment, memories filling his head yet again before he tossed it to the side and continued his march down the hallway.

He had made his way to the front door before England reached him and pulled him back.

"GET OFF ME" America yelled, wriggling out of the man's grip. America looked back down at his friend and was confused to see him red-faced and crying, a horrified expression on his face. "What the hell Iggy. What's wrong with you?"

"I-I love you!" the British man repeated once again, gripping onto America's arm with all his strength.

"STOP. JUST STOP." America screamed. He felt like the world was crumbling around him. He remembered those exact words, in that exact tone, coming from that same mouth, over 200 years ago. It had destroyed him, destroying England. He never wanted to relive it.

"Don't go, stay, p-please." England begged, struggling to keep his grasp on the American. As America noticed the extremity of the situation, he lowered his voice.

"I can't. I don't love you." America whispered softly, backing away from the sobbing Englishman on the floor.

"We could've been so great together, why don't we just give it another chance?! The Anglo-American empire. I can see it now. We'd be so great. Don't you want that? Greatness?" England cried, looking up at the country he had once controlled.

"No. I have Russia now, don't you understand? I started a revolution for a reason. I didn't defeat you just so I could just be in the same position a couple hundred years later. I will not be controlled. I will not be manipulated. I'm done."

"Don't leave me! I have no one!" England begged again, sobbing into his hands. America looked down at the man he once admired and was overcome with pity.

"I remember when you were great." America said, repeating the same statement he had made on that rainy battlefield back in 1783. Without looking back, America ran from the house with dim eyes and a dark expression, looking for the nearest red telephone booth on the busy streets of London.

He finally found a phone and dialed the number he had memorized after he and Russia became friends. The phone rang for a while before Russia finally picked up.

"Hello? Russia?"

"America?! Are you in England? Are you okay?" Russia questioned with concern. He felt incredibly guilty and stupid for letting England take America away.

"I'm fine. I just need to get the hell out of this country as soon as possible."

"You don't sound fine. Are you sure you're alright?"

"I'm fine. Repressed issues, reopened scars, yada yada yada. JUST GET ME OUT OF HERE!" America rambled, not wanting to talk about what just happened inside that nostalgic house.

"I'll be there in a few hours. Is there anything you can do in the meantime?"

"Ah yes let me just SIT DOWN FOR TEA WITH THE QUEEN" America yelled sarcastically, growing even more anxious as time in the red box went on.

"Calm down. I'll be there. Just try to do something enjoyable. Avoid whatever just happened... and please stay safe. Promise?"

"Promise."

ok well I hate this chapter so much but I'm just going to leave it because I can't write anything else :/

Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed.. I ADORE England and I hate making him the "bad guy" (he's not very bad just emotional) but someone's gotta play the part. So thank you for reading ❤️ (sorry if there are spelling mistakes.. I wrote a lot of this chapter on my phone and whenever I write on my phone there are SsoOoOoo many mistakes)

ugh this chapter is making me cringe so hard I apologize for my horrible writing