The Voice In My Head ~UsUk~

Chapter 1

I don't own Hetalia, if I did there would be so many couples it would be unbelievable!

{England's POV}

My head hit the pillow and I closed my eyes slowly and hesitantly. I was exhausted, I hadn't slept properly in months, I had been avoiding sleep. I was scared to sleep, as funny as it sounds. But I had a world meeting tomorrow and I needed to be alert so I had to swallow my fear and suck it up. As my vision went dark and I fell asleep I regretted my decision.
I was in a dark room, the only source of light was a small candle in the centre of the room, the flame was small. I walked towards the candle, my footsteps echoing loudly.
"Hello, Arthur" said a sickeningly sweet voice "have you been avoiding me?"
I turned around and was face to face with my fear: Oliver. He looked nearly the exact same as me except he had blue eyes, strawberry blonde coloured hair and his clothes were more brightly coloured.
"Ugh...o-of course not, Oliver. Why would I avoid you? I can't, since you are me" my voice broke, I could feel the tears welling up inside me, I wanted to wake up.
"I don't believe you Arthur, I know what your thinking. Thinking your clever by avoiding sleep, oh no, I'll still get to you" his sweet voice turned venomous, spitting his words, I felt something cut across my back, I cried out as I received another blow, this time to my shoulder.
"This is what happens when you try to be sneaky, poppet" a twisted grin appeared on Oliver's face as I was hit across my stomach and chest by an invisible force.
"W-Why?" I choked out, the pain was unbearable.
"I don't want to be stuck in your head, I want to be in control. I can't kill you but I can break your spirit, break your mind and body" he stated simply "That should be enough for you to give up and let me take over completely, since you have no emotional ties to anything you don't have anything to fight for" by this point I was on my knees, blood was coming out of the various cuts on my body and sticking to my clothes. I felt a huge weight on my shoulders as Oliver stepped closer to me, he kneeled down next to me and put my head in his hands, a pitiful look on his face
"oh Arthur, mean, aggressive, foul mouthed Arthur. You look so helpless, how funny". He gently kissed my forehead and I choked, I couldn't breathe. My vision became blurry and I could hear my heart beat in my ears. I couldn't see much anymore, the room was too dark and my sight was unfocused. I saw the outline of Oliver get up and I passed out.

Was that okay? I know that I'm re-editing this and all but I'm not sure if you all will like it? I hope you all do and if you have any suggestions for the story message me or comment and I will try to work your idea in and I'll give ya a shoutout~