All the time in the world (UsUk)

Chapter 26 - Allies

POV America

I consistently banged, full force against the metal door screaming to no avail. I had been relatively content to sit in the room, until Obama had said through the door that he had got Teresa May to send England a break up text. That's when I'd started crashing against the wall, yelling till my throat was too raw to continue. It was pointless, I didn't even make a dent. I slide down the door, hugging my knees tightly, head buried between them. A couple stray tears falling down my cheeks.

I knew I was maybe being slightly over emotional but I couldn't help it. I'd promised England. Promised him that I'd never leave him again.

Obviously this is easily fixable, once I escape it will be easy to explain what happened to England. But that doesn't mean he won't have gone through that pain again. The same pain I put him through before, which I promised him I'd never put him through again. I said I'd never leave him again. And I meant it.

He must feel so betrayed, putting up that icy barrier that was so hard to break back up, only now reinforced. He might be crying right now and it's all my fault.

The mental image of that was too much. I sobbed quietly into my knees, wishing he was here right now to comfort me. Or that I could be where he was comforting him.

I've let him down again, there were so many things I could have done but-

Then I felt a familar burning sensation in my stomach and heard a familiar sounding voice in my head which was telling me I was a git.

No, this is not what a hero would do. A hero would not simply sit on the floor and cry. Feeling sorry for himself weeping about what he could have done. That's the same as admitting defeat, which is not an option! England taught me better than this. I know better than this.

Heroes don't think about what they could have done, they think about what they can do.

I wiped my eyes vigilantly, with both thumbs in strong strikes and stood up determinedly and glared at the door, I will be ready for whoever comes in, I won't be looking weak. I'll stand strong and proud. Look for every opening to escape.

I won't give up. I have mission, I have an Iggy to save from pain and I'll stop at nothing to achieve my goal.

I am the hero.

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POV third person

"I dinnae care if you are correct aboot this or nae Engy, anyone who makes ma wee brother cry is gonnae get it! This Obama lad better watch out! If he ken what's good for him! His arse is getting kicked!" Yelled the Scotsman.

"I'm right with you Scotty!" Said N. I, eyes fuelled with hatred. Wales just nodded from behind them smashing one hand against a curled up fist.

"I have worked far too hard to get you two together to see Obama destroy what I have created! I am right behind you England." Said the French man with a glare in his eyes, for once he almost looked vaguely threatening. Almost.

"As Scotty says I don't care if this is legit or not, anyone who hurts England answers to me." Said Australia, the rest of the common wealth nodded in one scarily syncopated mass. All eyes a flame. Canada, who was among them looking doubly pissed. An attack on America or England was an attack on him as far as he was concerned.