Young and Reckless (Hetalia Fanfic)

CH.11

 Americas P.O.V.

I wolk up to the sound of England mumbling. He was probably telling me to get up or something...

"Dude, be quiet, im trying to sleep.." i yawned, hugging the pillow tighter. Wait, since when do pillows breath.... My eyes snapped open, only to see a blurry blonde in my arms. A light blush dusted my cheeks, his warm breath on my neck. He had his face half on my chest, his hair sticking to his forehead with sweat. Wait, is he sweating?

"England..." I moved my arms from around his small figure and lightly shook him. All he did was mumble something and furrow his eye brows. I quickly sat up and slipped on my glasses that were on the night stand.

"N-no..." He mumbled. I watched him as he turned his head the other way, his breathing becoming uneven.

"Shit, uh..." I quickly got out of the bed and jogged down to Frances room. I knocked on the door desperately. I didn't know how to deal with bad dreams, how could i comfort him when i know his dream was about that day. I just know. He had the same pained expression he had that day

"America, what do you want. I am-"

"Dude, England is...I don't....Just come here." i dragged France down to the room and shoved him in, pointing to England.

He had a few streaks where the tears fell down his cheeks, he was mumbling something to quiet for me to hear and was tossing slightly.

"He is having a night mare. Nothing to serious..." France sighed, walking over to England.

"I know....but...." France shook England, only to get no response.

"He is dreaming about the war non? The war for your independence." France looked up to me, his eyes filled with pity.

"Y-yeah...but i didn't know he still had those dreams..." each word i spoke, each coming more of a soft whisper. "I don't have them any more..." France smiled sadly.

"That's because you have moved on. England here, he just doesn't know how too." I watch France shake the helpless Brit again, calling his name softly.

"B-but i haven't......i dont feel like i moved on." I whispered.

"Non, you have. You had a good reason to leave him." I looked the Frenchman in the eyes, desperate for an answer. "You loved him more than a brother, so you left." My eyes widened, how could he possibly know-

"England!" France called with more force, causing England to jolt up with panic like breathes.

He looked so frightened, so weak.....And to think i was the reason for it....

 

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England's P.O.V.

America, dressed in his blue uniform, watching pitifully as I cry weakly. On my knees, in the drenching mud, I cried. I cried out to him. Why did he just stand there and watch me, suffering in my own pain and loss? Why did he leave me, in the pouring rain like that?. Why did he run out of my life, leaving only a rotting memory behind? Why didn't he stay?

"You were once great."

 

"England!" I jolted up, the blankets falling off the bed. My breathing was uneven and im sure i was sweating.

"England, dude. Its okay, it was just a dream." I felt Americas hand on my back, but i just couldn't get a grip. I remember that day like it was yesterday. It pained me to see him so happy all the time, knowing that he is that way because he left me.

"I will take him down to eat. He will be fine, he just needs to breath." I heard France say.

"Oh, okay. I will take a shower, ill be down later Iggy." I stiffly nodded, rubbing my sweaty face.

I listened to Americas foot steps faintly disappear, the only sound left was my heavy breathing.

"Its okay England, just take a deep breath and relax." France started to rub my back, and surprisingly it started to calm me down a bit. I did as he told me and began to take deep breathes. One by one, my shaken emotions began to smooth out.

"Okay...Im okay..." I sighed, hunching over and placing my head in my hands.

"Was it about that day?" He asked. Silence fell over us for a few seconds before my sniffles came.

'Y-yes..." I hi-cc-upped, wiping my eyes with the palms of my hands.

"Its okay, I know it was rough, but you have to move on."

"How can i move on when the bloody idiot is sleeping right beside me!?" I yelled at the stupid Frenchman. All he did was sigh.

"You know, he has it hard too. He feels bad." I found that very hard to believe, but France continued. "He knows he is the reason for your nightmares." I let out a stiff laugh, more filled with sarcasm.

"More like memories France......" I swung my legs over the side of the bed, sliding down. when my feet touched the cold woods floor, i felt France grab my arm.

"Let me, your blind and tired. That's never a good combination for a clumsy Brit. "This time i couldn't help but let out a real laugh.

'Your right, for once." He lead me to my dresser. I felt around in random drawers, holding up shirts and pants, to see if they matched. I had to trust France not to let me down on this.

"Those don't match." I heard him stifle a laugh, to which i slapped him for. "Honhonhon, no need to get hasty. I was just telling you they don't match."

"well, then you find something that matches! I cant see if you have forgotten!" He continued to laugh, though i knew he was searching for matching clothes because the drawers were squeaking.

"Alright. Here is a pair of regular jeans and a white button up." I cautiously reached out and took the clothes.

"You better not be lieing frog." I warned, pulling off my shirt. France help button up the shirt once i put it on, though i really didn't need the help...

"Uh...turn around."

"Why, you changed your shirt in front of me?" I sighed, running my hand through my messy hair.

"just turn around, Changing my pants is different from changing my shirt."

'Honhonhon, Okay then......im not looking~" And with that, i quickly changed from my sweat pants to my jeans, zipping up the zipper.

"Okay, you can look now."

"I didn't stop loking~" France began to laugh, which angered me. I slapped him as hard as i could in the chest. That bloody lying frog!

"You bloody perverted frog! You lied to me!?' He stopped me from puchig him by grabbing my hands.

"Okay, im sorry but it was tempting. Now lets go eat breakfast, Oui?" I sighed dramatically and obeyed.

"Yeah, lets go."

With that, France lead me out of the room and down to the kitchen. Thankfully not running me into a wall.....