The Voice In My Head ~UsUk~

Chapter 16

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

{Americas POV}

I ran out the house crying. Why? I thought he felt something for me. Isn't that why he put up with what I did this morning. But no, France had won. I leaned against Frances car and closed my eyes, I didn't want to deal with anyone right now, but I needed to get a ride from France. I actually didn't think France had much to do with it, he looked pretty scared about what was going on.
"Are you okay...Amérique?" France walked out of the house and placed a hand on my shoulder. I looked at him and sighed, I must've been a mess, my eyes were probably red and puffy from crying.
"...No..." I whispered hoarsely. I felt like I would never be okay again. The car was unlocked and we both got in, driving in silence until I got the courage to ask a question.
"What happened?" I asked, gulping loudly.
"I am not sure how to say this Amérique" he sighed "I went to check on Angleterre and he just...just launched himself on me" his hands gripped the steering wheel tighter until they were white.
"Oh" I felt my heart shatter into a million pieces. I tried to hold in the tears but failed, they rolled down my face, blurring my vision slightly. The rest of the trip was silent and we said an awkward goodbye at the airport, going to different gates to wait on our flight. A few hours passed and I boarded my flight, being a nation I could get a free pass on any flight without booking. I rested my head on the plane window and shut my eyes, wishing that I didn't care about the Englishman that had broke my heart. When I got to my California home I sighed, I had my party tomorrow. I walked inside, into my room and flopped on my bed, wondering if I could get away with cancelling the event.
"That would never work, the invitations have already been sent out and all the decorations are up" I muttered, I really wasn't in the mood to put up with people, especially because it was to celebrate the day I left England. And I had came back, ready to move on and love him, and he had broke my heart.
"So this is what it's like, is it?" I asked the empty room. Was this similar to what England felt when I left? Probably not, he cared and cried but didn't love me like I love him, so he couldn't of felt the same. I rolled onto my side and fell asleep, my eyes full of tears.