Chapter 11
America was pulled aside by what he used to call ally. He watched the English man close the door and calmly walk towards him. He knew it would end badly, he waited for the blow to come, but instead found himself in a hug. The sobbing could be heard, and it took him a second to register what was happening.
"Dammit America! Why do have to be so- so, stupid and--" He couldn't find the words that he was looking for and America watched his every move. America knew he couldn't be here for far too long and pushed himself back. England was choking on his own tears and he knew that he was the cause of it.
"What is it England?" The flat-tone voice of America was nothing of what England remember America's voice to be like before.
"What the bloodly hell do you mean 'what is it'?! You have been gone for so long, been in isolation! You never contacted us and we were worried..." He's lost in his thoughts, voice died down.
America knew that if I stayed longer than he should he might come back.
"I'm sorry, but I have to go. I'll see you tomorrow." Arthur had barely any time to react as America was already by the door. America knew that he shouldn't be around any countries for it might bring some memories of him. He walked through the halls when a voice from behind caught him.
"So that's it?" A quiet, soft voice with that accent on it. He knew who it was. His twin that he lost so long ago, the same person that he told everything to. He turn around to see what he expect to see.
"Hello Mathew, what do you want?" His purple eyes were dark and deep in though. His face was without emotion, that is what it didn't scare him though, is that in his back of his mind was a dark chuckle.
"You been gone for three years Alfred. Three years. And this is what you say?" His eyes shined with threading tears. America sighed, he wasn't sure what to do at this point. Talk to him like a brother? Like Alfred, or simply ignore him and continue to stay in path, like America.
"Sorry Canada I have things to do. Maybe we will talk later." The small Canadian stood in His ground, his facw dark with pain. America walked through the doors out of the building. Yes, like America would.
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A/N: Sorry it took so long for me to update this.
-Thismexicanisout
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