Hetalia Headcanons

England Headcanon 13

England actually has another angel form, except this one has black wings (edge lord angel lol) and appears more rarely than Britannia Angel. He only appears when someone wishes for death.

TRIGGER WARNING

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America sobbed as he sat huddled up in his wardrobe holding a blade in his hand, he contemplated just stabbing himself right at that very moment, but with him being a nation he cannot die. It was there curse.

He lifted the knife and began his first cut, he hissed but sighed in contempt, he started laying train tracks all along his wrist. A pattern so beautiful, yet so cruel.

"A hero shouldn't be like this... But i'm no hero at all" America cried as he looked over at his phone which glowed in the dark, a shooting in America was in the news once more.

"I try to make everyone accept each other but there will always be something I've done wrong!" America sniffed and looked angrily at his wrist, he lifted it upwards and watch his blood flow down his arm.

America gasped then covered his mouth as he heard the sound of an opening window outside of the wardrobe. The blinds that had made the room pitch black were dawn back and the moonlight filled the room and leaked through the wardrobe.

America peered through the gap of his wardrobe and saw a figure floating down and touching the floor. He gasped as he saw that the figure had huge wings, as dark as night. The figures on his face were shadowed but his voice spoke strongly in an oddly familiar tone.

The figure looked around the room "I have been summoned here as it is my duty to tend to those down on there knees on there last legs and... in a wardrobe" The voice spoke and laid his eyes on the wardrobe, America said nothing as the figure opened the wardrobe doors quickly and looked down upon America.

"A-Alfred?" The figured gasped, America looked up at the figure in fear and almost died inside as he saw a very familiar face.

"I-Iggy?" America said, his voice trembling as England bent down and grabbed his wrist and pulled it into the moonlight.

"Alfred..." England didn't know what to say, who knew America the self proclaimed hero who annoyed the hell out of him would be here, sat in a wardrobe wishing for his death.

America chocked a sob and jump on England, "I can't live like this anymore it hurts so much, I feel like i'm being split into two!" he wailed and showed England his phone.

England frowned and held onto America and let him cry the darkness away, "I heard about what happened, everyone has, they are worried about you America you don't have to go through this alone... not anymore lad... I am here"

"Nobody cares about me..." America finally spoke after calming down a little.

"Of course they do America" England reassured.

America sniffled and changed the subject "What are you doing here anyway? ... And why do you look like that?"

England sighed knowing this question would occur, "This is one of my other forms, its hard to explain but I am summoned sometimes when someone wishes for death"

"So you've come to put me out my misery?" America said looking up at England.

"No America, this form isn't some grim reaper, I'm supposed to talk people out of... suicide and such" England said awkwardly rubbing the back of his head.

"Oh well if you let me touch your wings I might consider throwing out all my knifes" America smirked a little.

"You prat of course i'll let you touch them" England said moving one of his wings towards America.

America patted the wing and smiled, he took a hold of it and hugged it tight.

England gasped in pain,  "America not so tight you're going to break my wing off!"

"Heh heh sorry Iggy dude"

"Don't call me Iggy..."