What's On The Inside Matters

Chapter 12

3rd Person POV:

The whole attempt thing happened a week ago. America is moving around, and acting like his old self. Strange, right? England is continuing to break his promise... But nobody knows. Canada is noticed. Romano and Prussia have their own rooms and they are getting ready for the next entry.

"Ok dudes! The HERO will read next!" America said, pretending to be his old self. His mask is now up and running. The scar still visible in the dimmed lighting.

"This is En- Artie's... And his family will be abducting him into a different room after this."

"D-Did you have to put it like that?"

"England self-harms."

One sentence. One sentence and England's world came crashing down. Just like THAT. America grabbed his elbow and walked out of the room with Canada and France following close behind. Canada would question it, but because of the statement, he knew the reasoning. America didn't want to hurt England...

After they went into a secluded room, they looked at England sadly; America reaching out and slowly rolling up his sleeves, gently and slowly. France gasped quietly at his mangled arms. Scares covered almost every area on his arm, stopping a few centimeters before the elbow. Nice thinking America... France and Canada thought. They all wanted to ask one question, just one question, only nobody was brave enough.

"When? And why? Why Iggy?" America asked, tears forming in his cerulean eyes. England just shook his head.

"Please Angleterre..." France said, tears already falling. (Now is not the time Fall Out Boy! *Skips the next 3 songs* Fine... Be that way Spotify. Make me cry, are you happy Spotify? Huh? Yeah that's right! You Should Play an add about animal shelters. Feel bad Spotify. Feel bad.)

"Come on England, do it for us." Canada said sadly.

"1783... [1]" He whispered.

"What does that have-"Canada started.

"The year America officially gained independence from the UK." America said, staring off into the distance.

"Angleterre... I didn't know that was so hard on you..."

"It's a-lrig-ht..." England responded, a few tears escaping his emerald eyes.

"It's all my fault. If I didn't want freedom England wouldn't have been cutting... It's all my fault..." America said, standing up and pacing.

"It's not your fault Amérique..." France said, doubting himself.

"It is. I bet that without my independence we wouldn't even be here..."

"No. It was my own choice America." England said, rolling his sleeve back down.

"How long has it been?" America asked.

"For what?" Canada questioned.

"One week. One week of happiness and now it's my fault that the happiness is gone." America said, sitting down again. (Gosh darn it Owl City. You're JUST as BAD as Fall Out Boy. That's it. Get out Pandora- COME ON! Say Something I'm Giving Up On You~ UUUUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHH MY FEELS!!!!! Musi? Plz? No? Ok. Once Upon a December~~~)

"It's all of our faults. We stressed England too much and he broke." Canada said, then whispered something into America's ear, quiet enough for only him to hear. "Like you."

"Let's head back to the meeting room." France said.

Everyone walked over to the room besides France, he went into England's room and took any sharp items with him to his room, to hide. Once satisfied he rushed to the meeting room.