Hetalia: LiberTea (America x England)

《Dreams Can Haunt》

Two great nations, America and England, standing on the battlefield on opposite sides. America fighting for the freedom of his country and England opposing it. Guns were at each other's neck. "Go ahead Arthur. Pull the damn trigger. If you want to win this war and keep my country attached to yours. Then pull it." England was hesitant. His hands were shaking. Could he pull the trigger or not? He couldn't seem to decide. The Brit wanted America to stay with him but killing his "brother" just to win a petty war, the guilt would drive him to the void of madness.

Tears streamed down England's face and dripped onto the cold ground. "I can't..." England weakly said, "I can't pull it!" The rifle that was once at America's neck had fallen to the ground, as well as the elder country. England was on his hands and knees crying and weeping, "I can't kill my own brother! I just can't! I care for you too much, Alfred!" America just stood over England. His hand now on the handle on his sheathed sword. America pulled the sword of out its metal scabbard and pointed the tip of the blade to the Brit's chest. "I'm sorry brother... No, wait I am not longer your brother but rather an enemy. I'm sorry Arthur but this is what I need to pay for my freedom." The America had stabbed his former brother right in the chest. Blood trickled out of the would and England coughed out blood from his mouth, splattering some over America's shoes but he paid no mind.

England couldn't believe America would do such a thing, but for some weird reason he felt no anger towards the other nation. His body felt limp, his eyelids became heavy, and then darkness. In that moment he was dead.
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Alfred sat bolt up in his bed, hyperventilating and sweating. What kind of dream would someone have of killing their own brother, and best friend? It all felt so real though. As his breathing patterns slowed down Alfred became teary and soon after that teardrops fell from his eyes and he started to cry. "W-What kind of dream was that? I could never kill him. EVER!" He pulled his knees up to his chest for comfort. Alfred sat in the darkness of his room for nearly 10 minutes sobbing before England came into his bedroom. "Hey Alfred- I heard crying from in h-" England stopped what he was going to say when he saw the state America was in. England can't stand the site of the younger nation crying. So in a instant he was sitting right to America, hugging him. "'Ey old chap. What's gotten into you?" America could never tell England why he was in such a state. And he never did no matter how much England asked that day and farther.

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~The End~