I told myself to make this chapter short... But that didn't happen.
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Britain walked threw the garden he had with the Buckingham Palace. He enjoyed the blooming flowers that grew threw the ivy and bushes. He doesn't come threw the place much anymore but he was glad he decided to visit for a while.
the sunny air mixed with the cold breeze made the moment perfect. Birds tweeted in the trees and a birdbath wasn't far, the spring air told everyone that baby birds were cozy in their nest waiting for the food to come. Britain didn't pay mind to that because he had his own to find.
He moved passed statues, bushes cut into square shapes, openings in the garden that lead to more and more places to be.
Britain turned a corner and he saw a little boy sitting on a bench that faced away from Britain. The bench faced a clear field with a couple of flowers here and there. The boy looked like he was looking at the clouds, Britain sighs quietly, walks to the boy, and sits by him.
The boy looked at Britain in surprise, then smiled when he saw who it was.
"Hi, Dad!" Britain smiled back.
"Hello, America." He paused and they both looked at the clouds. "What are you looking at?"
"The clouds!" America pointed up. "That one looks like a boat!"
Britain looked and saw it.
"Oh, Yes, it does." Britain looked back at his son, he looked slightly bored. "Is something bothering you?"
America sighs, "I keep having this dream..." America glances at a blue flower close by. "It scares me."
Britain frowns, "So you've been having a nightmare every night?"
America nods.
They sit there in silence. Then Britain thinks of something.
"Come here!" Britain says playfully then scoops America in his arms. America shrieks then it turned into laughing, Britain started tickling him. "No nightmare can stop me or you!"
America giggles, "How?"
Britain thought for a minute, "We'll fly away!"
America smiled wide they both laughed together. "What are we going to see first?" Britain put him down beside him.
"Well, there are waterfalls, oceans, mountains and so many more we have to concur!"
Britain pulled America close.
Their words were about where they wanted to go, but then they faded away.
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Britain sat up fast due to his dream. He gasped, and started panting, he touched his chest and realized it was a memory. Britain looked around and saw he was in his room alone.
Britain looked at his hand and saw it was shaking, then a teardrop fell onto his hand. He slowed his breathing then he pulled himself onto a ball and cried.
Why can't I let you go? You're gone. I need to accept that. Britain cried more. But I just can't seem to think your dead.
January 18, 1781
Location: 13 Colonies (still Yorktown)
Time: 9:00am
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The Runaway - CountryHumans - AU
Fanfiction-IF THIS BOOK IS SEEN ON ANYWHERE BUT WATTPAD, IT HAS BEEN STOLEN- 13 Colonies (America) has a great connection with his father, England. But when a sweet child becomes a rebellious teen who feels no one listens to him or understands what he's going...
