Ok, sooo this is my first story...like ever and I don't think it's very good but to those of you who read it... Enjoy
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Britain, the United Kingdom, was kneeling in front of America out of pain and betrayal. America on the other hand was just staring at Britain, pointing his gun, but not shooting. America looked at Britain's tear-stained face one last time, and before he could start crying himself, limped off. Meanwhile, France was looking at America, horrified that he would leave his (now former) lover kneeling and sobbing in the rain.
France walked over to Britain, crouched down and embraced him, embraced him like he had wanted to do so many times before. France looked at the other country sadly and whispered, "He has grown up, non?" Britain smiled sadly and replied, "To fast I believe..." He looked up at France, olive green eyes squinting letting more tears slip out, "Why France, Why did he do this?!?" France looked at him, cupping his face gently, "I don't know mon amor..." Britain looked at France, leaning up to softly and slowly kiss him in the rain. France smiled softly, he had always wanted this... Always wanted Britain, wanted to kiss him, wanted to touch him, and embrace him like this.
But Britain always pushed him away.
"I loved him.... Then he does this." Britain mumbled playing with France's long, silky, blonde hair, "But I've always loved you to...." France proccessed(spelling fail) what the island nation had just said and let the rain steadily fall over him and Britain. "Let's go inside mon amor..." Britain stood up slowly looking into the direction America had gone in, "The war has just begun."
