I had this idea a while ago and I just had to write something! It's only a small quick little thing but whatever. Okay, so the idea is that England (at this moment) is being faced with his deepest thoughts and fears, which are being personified as his "double" or "copy". The whole thing takes place in a dream realm(which all of the countries are currently trapped in- and once they finish facing their fears they have to watch the others suffer through a sort of sound proof, one-way, glass door)and England physically weakens as he is mentally weakened by his double... yeah that's it.
The other england lifted his foot and attempted to violently bring it down on England's face, only to be stopped by England's hands.
England held his double's foot, his arms only slightly bending, with all of the strength he had left. The other England smiled.
"Still fighting are we? Does that mean you still have hope?! Where could a stupid git like you get something like that?"
He tried once again to strike down on England's face, but England held the foot still.
"Oh England, poor poor England."
A devious smile filled with belittlement and contempt stretched across the other England's face.
"Who is it you think you're fighting for exactly? Who would ever love you? Do you really think anyone would fight for a has-been like yourself? For as long as you can remember, everybody has left you. That bloke France has made fun of you since you were a child,"
***
France smashed a fist up against the invisible wall.
"No! Angleterre! I never hated you! Please, don't listen to him!"
He continued to shout, knowing England couldn't hear him.
***
," Your own brothers hate you,"
***
Scotland's hand rested against the transparent barrier.
"No... England..."
***
Each word his duplicate spoke seemed to make England's grip on the foot slacken, and fall closer towards his face.
"That's... not," England started, using every waning ounce of strength in his body,"That's not.. true...they-argh"
The other England pressed down harder.
"Not true, huh? Are you forgetting that I am part of your mind? Everything I am saying is something you have been contemplating yourself for hundreds of years!"
England's hand slipped a little bit more
"You KNOW everybody HATES you so WHY DENY IT!?"
A tear slipped from England's eye.
"Already CRYING are we?! I haven't even BEGUN about AMERICA!"
England's hand slipped again.
"Please... no..."
"HOW PATHETIC!" The other England screamed, starting to laugh,"I mean, you practically RAISED the kid, and he STILL left you when he found a better offer!"
England's arms began to weaken at a steady pace.
"But I shouldn't be surprised should I?! After all, who would want to stay around a SORRY SOD like YOU?!"
Tears began running out from both of England's eyes.
"Tell you WHAT, I SWEAR I'll let you go if if YOU can name ONE SINGLE PERSON who has truly EVER LOVED YOU!"
England could smell the dirt on the bottom of the shoe.
"I-I-"
England was now sobbing. How messed up was he? He was being defeated by his own conscience. If he lost this, if this double got his way, it would be over. There would be nothing more left of him. No more broken pieces to put back together again. The tears ran and ran down the sides of his face as he tried to think, his thoughts drifting back to America.
"Am-meric-ca....," England stuttered out, trying with all of his non-existent might to hold the shoe above his face.
***
America stood, tears running down his face and his head pressed up against the transparent wall.
"England, please... NO! England, I had to... please I-" He sunk down to his knees,"I had to..."
***
"AMERICA?!" he paused, grinned, and restated, "AMERICA?! You think that HE still loves YOU? After all he DID to you?"
England stared blankly for a moment, his head folding in on itself.
Then he felt his arms give in.
The duplicates foot came crashing down onto England's face. He heard a loud cracking noise and could feel the bones in his nose snap. England's blood spattered on the imaginary pavement.
The twin lifted his foot as it dripped with blood, a satisfied smirk rested on his face.
England drew in a quick and deep breath and choked on the blood that ran into his mouth. The other England hovered over him. He watched England gasp for air and squirm from side to side, only to roll over and vomit on the sidewalk.
"Well I guess that's it," The copy declared,
"I win."
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Just another RANT Book
RandomA lot of my friends are doing rant books, and they look like they might be fun. My life isn't that interesting, so I don't know how often i'll write anything, but I thought i'd at least give it a shot.
