We Are North America (The Great North American War)

Pain

I have been on a serious writing spree so here you go.

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England walked down the path and stopped at a lake.

He slightly smiled. He used to bring his children here during the summer.

His smile soon feel and was replaced by tears and a frown. England wiped them away and sat his under a nearby tree.

The children whom he used to care for and raise, all hated him now.

The man who he loved, most likely hated him now.

His son, his sweet little America, was dead.

England put his head in his heads and started to sob, "I'm so sorry Alfred," He whimpered, "I'm so so sorry!!!" He yelled out before full out sobbing on the ground.

He soon sat up and laid on the tree looking up at the sky.

If he could stop himself from allying with John, he would.

But he didn't have a time machine. He couldn't.

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Belgium watched as Spain laid in his garden.

As soon as he had got back from England, he went there.

She frowned, Spain was more like a brother than a close friend to her and seeing him like this hurt.

She walked outside and looked down at him, "Spain?"

He didn't answer.

"Spain?"

Still didn't.

"Antonio," She said this time.

He looked up at her, "Si?"

"You haven't ate anything yet, come inside."

"Oh.... No thanks."

She sighed and stood there before sitting down next to him, "You don't have to answer this question but....... What happened at England's house?"

Spain slowly looked at her, "What happened is that, that puta allied with the man who killed my son!!! And now he's crying for it. This is his fault!! It's his fault America's dead, his fault my son is dead!!!"

Belgium looked straight into his eyes, she saw a mixture of sadness, pain, and anger.

"My child is dead....... because of him," Spain said angrily, he got up, grabbed his guitar and smashed it on the ground. He then started punching the tree.

Belgium got up and put a hand on his back, she gently pulled him from the tree, "Spain, listen to me. England is America's father too. I bet he's mouring over the loss of his son too, just like you. I know that he doesn't want his child dead."

Spain shook his head and started to walk away from her.

"I'm here to talk-"

"Talking won't bring my son back Bel," He said with his voice cracking.

Belgium looked in eyes and saw that the anger that was in his eyes before was gone and now replaced.

With pain.

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Maria and her siblings cleaned up the house, they didn't know when John was coming back but wanted to get ready for him.

When she looked in her younger siblings eyes, she saw hope.

But there still was sadness left in them.