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Naraka (Oneshot 5 UkUs)

A/N: Yes, I know I haven't done rusame yet, and just wait I have an idea that I found in a YouTube comment. Anyways plot. You'll see just listen to the song. Anyways let the songfic begin! Oh wait I don't know what I'm doi-
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*Cool instrumental*
Really, honestly, I'm lacking in balance
Truly I don't think that "we" are quite working

America argued with his boyfriend, England time and time again. Whether it be about his appearance, what he eats, how he dressed. Anything. It was really taking a toll on him, making him feel like he was losing his balance...

Simple little thing is I don't deserve you
Just a tad unworthy to bask within your light

America looked at England in a godly light. He always felt like England should've been with someone more his type. Someone more, attractive, someone more, clean, someone who eats healthier....

Teach me, show me how long we can keep up this
Silly little delusion we call loving
Is this real or fake, the truth is I can't say

He felt like England only used him for his body. Whenever they had sex, England was always in a better mood afterwards for the rest of the day before going back to arguing with him. He felt his relationship begin to crumble, he didn't know what was real or fake about England anymore...

Tell me tell me now which words are true
You watch me falling down in this haze of passion

"You slob! Can't you clean up after yourself?"

"Don't worry America I didn't mean it..."

"Eat healthier before you become a fatass."

"I love you just the way you are."

"Honestly I don't know why we are still in a relationship."

"I love you."

America couldn't tell anymore, in the glory of sex, he would whisper things like, "I love you, I want you, you're mine alone, no one else can have you."

He could almost feel the passion in his voice. Almost...

Watch me stumble round in a maze of madness
And I really can't tell where it is
That the exit is, or where we started dear

America felt himself starting to go mad. He depended on this relationship for support. He didn't want to be alone again, and neither did Iggy. It was like a maze. You blindly stumble around until you find a path that leads you out or to the center where the prize is. But this was a different maze. A maze with a well hid exit. One where if you found it, the others who joined you would be blindly stumbling for eternity. You would try to go back to the start, only to get blocked off and lost once again.

Aah, in this present heat
I still struggle for your warmth
Even if you twist the knife
I'm happy in your arms...

There would be moments where Iggy would lay America in his arms as America lay there calmly, snuggled up to his warm body. But other days he would struggle for warmth. He would snuggle up to Iggy, only to be pushed away. America thought this was a normal thing in a relationship yet he felt something... off about their relationship. Like whenever England would unintentionally harm him while drunk, leaving a trail of blood and tears on the ground that America would clean up while England dealt with his hangover. Why did America stay? Because he didn't want to be abandoned again.