Young and Reckless (Hetalia Fanfic)

CH17

3 things have already made the poor Brit mad since they got back from the beach.

1. He was out of tea.

2. America had completely took over his bed room. American flags, everywhere.

3. France was the only person who could help him at the moment.

"Honhonhon, here you go Mon cher~" France tossed a box of pads into the bathroom, then retreating after hearing England moan in pain and aggravation.

"What a bloody mess!" England groaned, fixing himself up. "How do girls deal with this!? Bleeding for a bloody week straight?!" Of course though, he had to use instructions off the box.....

"You okay dude? France told me you were bleeding!" America called out from behind the door. "What did you cut?"

England quickly covered his mouth, trying to hold back his girly giggle. His face began to turn red from it, but how could America not understand?

"A-America, you git! *snort* I didn't cut myself *Snort*" He kept snorting as he laughed, America furrowed his eyebrows, confused until it struck him. His face turned 50 shades red and he nervously chuckled.

"Oh, dude.....I-I knew that...." He awkwardly backed away from the bathroom and down to the living room.

"Git."

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"Why!?" England groaned. He couldn't get comfortable on the couch because of his back aching.

"Whats wrong dude?" America asked, glancing away from his video game.

"Pain...." England whimpered. "So much pain......"

"Mon cher, its only natural for a girl to-"

"I don't want to hear it." England quickly said, cutting Frances sentence short. "I already seen what it is, i don't want you to detail it!"

"do you want pain killers?" England shook his head no, leaving America to play his video games.

"Cheer up England, after a week, you will be done." France said. England sighed relief, a smile smile on his face. "Until next month anyways...."

"France!" France just laughed, folding the news paper he was reading up.

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England sighed, rolling his head.

"Wanna play a round dude?" America asked. They have been sitting, watching America play his zombie game for about an hour.

"No." England snapped, rubbing his face.

"No need to get snappy....."

"Shut up twat!" France watched the two bicker, feeling the disappointment again.

"I cant take this!" England stood up and marched out of the room, flipping his hair over his shoulder.

"Where are you going?" France called out. England kept walking, answering without looking back.

"To fix myself!" America dropped the controller, his eyes darting to England.

"Wait! You cant do magic!"

"Like hell i cant!" England yelled, slamming the bathroom door closed.

"No, England don't do it!" France yelled, running to the door with America.

"England don't! Norway said not-"

"I don't care what he told me not to do!" England yelled from the other side, the lock clicked, closing the gap between them. "He did this to me!"

"England please!" America wiggled the door nob, pushing against the door.

"England!"

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England's P.O.V.

"England!" I ignored Frances calls, and Americas attempts to open the door. I was going to fix myself, being a girl was hard, and i hated the pain. And i was always feeling the need to scream at someone!

"I just want to be myself again...." I muttered, placing me hands firmly on the wall. I took a deep breath, blocking out the other two.

I slowly chanted the spell. The spell i tried to use to turn myself back the last time. The one that made me blind, but i had to try again. Never give up.

"England!?"

As i said the last word, a Bright flash and force, pushed be back. I landed with a thud on my back on the floor. I felt numb, i couldn't move anything. I tryed to turn my head, but i couldn't.

"Arthur?" I blinked slowly, the world seemed in slow motion. Everything around me seemed black, except a small light in front of me. In the light stood a version of me. One that i didn't want to be reminded of. The revolution me. My eyes widened, then like a rock was thrown at me, i jolt up. The world around me came back, as did the slow motion left. My breathing was heavy and i was sure i was sweating.

"England?! Are you okay!?" America cried out. I then realizes i was still in the bathroom, and the door was still locked.

Did the spell work?

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After America and France heard a huge thud sound, they freaked out.

"England?! are you okay!?" America cried out. He was o the verge of crying, he didn't knew what had happened.

"I-I'm okay...." America and France exchanged a look. England's voice was deep.

"O-open the door..." France watched as the lock turned and the door slowly opened. England stepped out, causing America to freeze in his spot. France starred wide eyed at the man in front of him.

"B-bri-tian?" America stuttered, taking a few shaky steps back.

"I...." England couldn't form any words, as he reached out to America.

America quickly shook his head, repeating no. He covered his ears and squeezed his eyes shut. "NO!" America could feel the tears spilling out, his heart aching so bad, the memories flooding his head. The pain. Why did England have to change to Britain. He was even wearing his red uniform!

"America...." England asked, his voice shaky.

America opened his eyes, the pain visible in his eyes.

"I-I...I cant!" with that, America quickly left, loosing himself in the garden in the back yard. And drowning in memories.

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I have no words for this chapter. I think i may have killed a few of your feels..... But its okay, because i killed a few of my own! *wipes stray tear* Sorry..... I get emotional when it comes to the revolution...... Why!? USUk makes so much sense!

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