The Voice In My Head ~UsUk~

Chapter 25

I don't own Hetalia, if I did there would be so many couples it would be unbelievable!
You should all go read 'Because we made it this far' on fanfiction.net. It's a UsUk oneshot and it is heartbreaking, I won't spoil it because you might go read it or something I'm not sure. But it's sad and beautiful at the same time, it might be actually be one of my favourite oneshots.

{England's POV}

The American idiot insisted on following me, why was he being so protective all of a sudden, and more importantly why was Scotland coming to visit? We don't speak so why did America invite him here, I have a feeling it wasn't to talk things over.
"You can wait here" I told him as I walked into the bathroom, I tried to close the door but it was held open by America. Fuck him and his superhuman strength.
"C'mon Artie! I've seen you naked plenty of times!" I sighed as he pushed past me and barged into the room.
"Twice, Alfred. I would not say that is 'plenty of times'. Is it that much of a problem that I want to have a shower without you being in the room with me?" I said with a hint of anger in my voice.
"But Arthur~" he pleaded, trying to win me over by being cute. It wouldn't work "two times is plenty! I promise I won't stare...much"
"Fine" I muttered, this was going nowhere and I desperately wanted a shower. Alfred cheered as I stripped down and got in the shower. Not long after I got in the phone rang from downstairs.
"Shit..ughh...wait here I'll be right back!" He ran out the room and I heard his footsteps bang against the stairs. I quickly washed myself then got out, wrapping a towel around my waist and going to my room to get some clothes. I suddenly felt lightheaded, my feet wouldn't go when I told them to and there was a ringing in my ears. Hello...PoPpEt...I'm CoMiNg...
All I saw was black, someone was shouting in the background but I couldn't focus on their voice, it was probably Alfred though, probably worried. I felt a searing pain through one side of my body, I cried out but the sound that came out was rough and hoarse. I clenched my eyes shut and slowly sunk to the ground, I could hear the voice better now.
"Scotland! You still there dude! Yea, it's Artie! I think it's got him. I think Oliver really got him!" It was Alfred. America. That idiot, I loved him, I know I did but there was that extremely small part of me that hated him and I don't know why. Maybe I didn't hate him, maybe Oliver did, but then why would I feel hate towards him? It made no sense. I felt the pain die down and I heard Oliver giggle.
"Oh Arthur, so weak, so fun to play with..."

Shitty chapter is shitty. I didn't know what to do but I wanted to update so you all didn't know I abandoned this...I promise the next chapter will be better