USUK/UKUS One Shots

Shoot Him (Angst)

Warnings: Vague violence

Summary: England is facing America on the battlefield with his former colony at his mercy, but he struggles to find the stamina needed to kill him. This takes place during the Revolution because, as we all know, I'm a slut for historical Hetalia. 

Word count: 411

Estimated read time: 2 minutes

A/N: This is an excerpt from a full-length fanfic I'm writing right now. I'm also looking for beta readers, so if you like this and are interested, message me!

"Loving, of enemies is another dogma of feigned morality and has besides no meaning. It is incumbent on man, as a moralist, that he does not revenge an injury; and it is equally as good in a political sense, for there is no end to retaliation; each retaliates on the other, and calls it justice: but to love in proportion to the injury, if it could be done, would be to offer a premium for a crime." -Thomas Paine

The rain was heavy and the sky was dark as the cracks of thunder and gunshots alike rang out across the battlefield.

Arthur's hands trembled as he tightened his grip upon the gun. "Stop this, America. Stop it now!"

Alfred glared up at him with a hatred in his eyes that Arthur had never seen before. "No. I will fight. I will fight and I will fight and I will fight until I win. I will fight in the name of liberty."

"But I need you. I need you to stay."

"And I need my freedom!" Alfred seethed.

"Shoot him." Arthur's mind commanded. "This is war- shoot him."

He grit his teeth, tears pouring down his cheeks and mixing with the rainwater. "Don't leave me!"

"Give me one good fucking reason to stay!"

"I... I love you!"

"I don't care. You weren't there when I needed you. You hurt me and you did it on purpose."

Arthur felt like he couldn't breathe. "I'm sorry."

"Sorry isn't good enough. You never cared about me. All I was was your stupid colony that actually believed you loved me. But that wasn't true. I was just there for you to use."

"No, you weren't! America, you're everything to me."

"Oh, come now. Let's stop lying to ourselves."

Shoot him.

"Please... can we just go home? I- I just want to go home," Arthur choked out.

"No."

Shoot him.

"Go on, England. Do it. Kill me. Prove to France that you're strong since that's all you've ever cared about. Prove that traitors always die. Come on, prove the might of the British empire.

Shoot him.

"N- No! Just surrender!"

"You know I can't do that."

Shoot him.

"Don't make me do this."

Shoot him.

"I won't give up until my people are free."

SHOOT HIM!

Arthur's whole body shook as he cried. Everything he was was there in the storm, the gun, the blood, and Alfred's burning blue eyes.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry."