The Hero and the Survivor

I Promise

He leaned against the wall next to the doorway; his arms full of burgers. Alfred Jones had heard it Britain's little speech and waited to hear Israel's answer. His mind was a bit of a blur at that moment though; he was still trying to understand. It was very quiet until Israel spoke.
"You're probably right but..." It was a quiet again for a moment,"it's not like I can just stop loving him. And if he ever wanted a relationship like that with me, I wouldn't turn it down. No matter what you feel about it. And of would be America's choice. Right Alfred?" America felt himself pale as she came into the hallway. Israel gave a sad smile as she walked away. Alfred just stood there; the hero had no idea what the hell to do.
"Alfred! Earth to the bloody American!" America turned to look at the Brit and noticed he had dropped all of his hamburgers. Just like with Israel, he had no clue what to say or do as he looked at England. He felt like the idiot everyone was always claiming he was.
"Well?" England asked with an extremely annoyed look on his face,"what's your answer since you obviously heard us!?" America gulped; he didn't have answer and for once he didn't have the out of being clueless.
"I...um...I,"America stuttered as he tried to find something, anything to say. Then, England  grabbed the collar of his jacket and kissed him. America was to shocked to move and let the Brit kiss him. As they parted, Britain wore a larger smirk on his face.
"It looks like I won," England said triumphantly and it took America to realize he wasn't talking to him. He was talking to someone behind him. America slowly turned around, but all he saw was a flash of black curls as they vanished around the corner.
"Why?" America blurted out,"why would you do that?" He heard England chuckle as he turned to walk away.
"I had to prove you are mine," England said simply. He walked off after that and America didn't say a thing. Alfred stood still and listened as to the sound of England's feet as he left the house. America then touched his gloved finger tips of his right hand to his lips and then slid it through his hair. He tightly shut his eyes. Why couldn't he just have both of them!?
He shook his head. America could think about this whole mess later; right now he needed to talk to Israel. If he didn't, he'd hate himself. Alfred walked quietly to Israel's room and once again found himself speechless as he stood outside the door. As he reached for the knob, the door began to open and Israel looked at him.
"You need to work on being quieter," she said in a quiet voice though it wasn't a whisper,"I could hear you from pretty far off." Israel gave that same sad smile; a smile he had seen on her far to many times from when she was in her coma when he first saw her to modern times. She wouldn't met his eyes as he saw Israel was packed and ready to leave.
"Shalom, hero boy," Israel said simply and sadly as she began to move passed him. Before either of them knew exactly what was happening Israel was pushed against the wall and America looking her dead in the eyes.
"I-I...y-you can't leave," America stuttered but began to find his voice,"i-it wasn't what it looked like." She gave him a confused look, but nodded and waited for him to keep going.
"He kissed me," America said honestly,"I...I don't know which of you of you I want." America felt her arms around him; her face leaned against his shoulder as he hugged her back.
"Like I said hero boy," Israel said in a whisper,"it's your choice. I think I'll still love you either way though."
"Why?"
She was silent for a moment. Israel's mind was going a thousand words a minute, but it was like her mouth couldn't get a clear signal of what it was supposed to do.
"It's very hard for me to truly care about someone. As a whole, I've only ever loved five people. And when I do manage to love someone, it's very hard for me to let go. Because, everyone leaves me." The words finally came and Israel waited for some kind of response.
America pulled away and and held her shoulders. He gave a heroic smile and looked her in the eyes.
"I'm not going anywhere."
Israel laughed at sad and bitter kind of laugh. She still smiled at him though, but that same bitter sadness shined right through it. It was America's turn to look confused.
"It's funny," she said quietly,"Abba said the exact same thing before he..." Israel shut her eyes tightly. She could still see Rome with his sword covered in blood and her father's corpse. Israel dig her nails into the palms of her hands; she couldn't think of that know. She felt a thumb slid along her face; it was then she realized a few tears had escaped. Israel blushed a bright red and wiped away her away her tears quickly; she hated it when people saw her cry.
America just smiled at her; a little bit of sadness shown in his ocean blue eyes as he watched her. He felt bad; no, he felt horrible. He was the hero after all he should be making people happy not making them sad. Not sure what else to do, he took her in his arms.
"Your not the only one who lives with the pain of having lost a parent nation," America said honestly and sadly,"and at least you don't have to live with having had a hand in the death of yours."
"I still could have... I should have..." Israel whimpered as she tried desperately to hold herself together. She clung to his bomber jacket as her body shook.
"I won't tell anybody," Alfred said and lightly kissed her forehead,"I promise." And at that moment, her cold exterior faded away and she fell apart.