The Voice In My Head ~UsUk~

Chapter 7

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

{Americas POV}

I made England go to the livingroom and sit down, I wanted to know what the mark on his shoulder was, it could be nothing but he seemed paranoid.
"So, tell me what that mark is" I didn't really know if I wanted to know, but I had to ask, for England's sake.
"I'm, well, I'm not really sure to be honest. I woke up with it this morning" he took a deep breath, he looked like he was about to cry.
"Can I see it?" I asked gently. He shook his head. Why couldn't I see it? "Why not England?" I pressed on, I wasn't going to leave it at that. No way.
"I don't want you to see it, you'll make fun of me or tell France or tell someone and then everyone will know and make fun of me but it was a mistake I made years ago" by the end of his little speech he was getting really worked up about it, what the hell was wrong with him?
"What do you not want me to see? The mark?"
"No...the tattoo" he hung his head in shame. He had a tattoo. England had a tattoo.
"I won't make fun of your tattoo, won't say anything to anyone" I gave him a reassuring smile and I lifted up his shirt. I didn't know what I should look at first, the huge guitar tattoo or the huge mark going down the right side of his back.
"So?" He asked impatiently.
"I seriously did not think you would ever have an awesome tattoo like this England! But the scar thing...what even is that, I mean, how did you get this fucking huge one all the way down?"
"I woke up with it, like I said, I have more too" I was shocked, more?
"Where are the other ones?" I asked. I was curious.
"On my chest and stomach" my face turned slightly red, the good thing was England couldn't see because he wasn't facing me. I picked him up and turned him round, now his face was red. I saw the other marks, 2 making a strange 'x' shape on his chest and 1 going down in a straight line on his stomach. I traced the one on his stomach with my finger, he shivered at the touch.
"What are you doing America?" I didn't know what I was doing, being stupid probably. I kind of liked him and I was being weird and ruining my chances. What was I saying? I'm a hero so of course it won't ruin my chances, I mean who can resist me?
"Oh nothin' sorry dude!" I laughed, hoping to make him forget. "Want some food?"
"Please, that would be nice" I got up and went to the kitchen, no idea what I could make him, I looked through his freezer and found a box that had fish in it.
"D'you want this boxed fish stuff?" I shouted through, a moment later England appeared at the door way.
"Okay, just make it right. Instructions on the box America"
"Okay dude!" I replied "and I'm not giving up on the marks. After you've ate I'm asking you about your 'bad dream'" I looked at England. His face was alert and terrified. His beautiful green eyes seemed to be screaming 'no' but I ignored that. I cared and I wanted-needed to know.