England x Reader 2

Chapter 7: America

I slept in my room until Iggy brows broke down my door.

"America!" England shouted. "It's (Y/n). I'm not sure what to do."

"Uuughhh, dude. You do not wake someone up when they're sleeping." I groaned.

"But (Y/n) was talking to me while I was in the garden and I accidentally said some things and now she wants me to tell her about her past and she was telling me about a nightmare she had. It was about Canada and how he was getting back at her for kidnapping him. I keep wanting to bring back her memory but what you said keeps coming back. I need help making up my mind!" England rambled.

"Stop... tired... talk to me when I'm awake." I replied, taking my pillow and covering my ears.

"You know I don't ask for favors from people and especially you so please America." England pleaded. He was true and he usually isn't that polite either. I groaned and got up.

"I told you before it's like bringing her back to her worst memories. It's best they're locked behind a door." I said before mumbling. "It's like how I remembered that I bombed (Y/n) and now I'll never forgive myself."

England was silent.

"I just..." England trailed off.

"Don't do it." I replied firmly. "Now, goodnight."

"I'm going to do it." England said before walking out the door.

"England! Wait!" I said springing out of bed and running after him. "No, don't do it. She won't want you to! It's the whole reason you went back in time!"

(Y/n) came into view.

"Arthur?" (Y/n) asked as he ran into her and pushed her against the wall. "H-huh?"

"England stop!" I shouted.

"England?" (Y/n) asked, confused.

"No America! She's been missing from my life for too long and I can't take it! I need her back!" England shouted as he drew a circle on the wall he pressed his hand against it and whispered something under his breath. A tear rolled down (Y/n)'s cheek. I was too late.

"Damn it England." I said falling to my knees. "You didn't let the hero save the day."

"Hey, (Y/n) do you remember?" England asked, desperation clearly visible in his voice.

"I'm confused." (Y/n) said. "Why are you suddenly calling yourselves England and America?"

"You don't remember?" I asked, relieved.

"No? What am I remembering?" She asked.

"Dammit!" England shouted as he banged his fists against the wall. This made (Y/n) jump.

"Hey, Arthur it's ok. I don't know why you're angry but it'll be alright." (Y/n) said comfortingly. "Why don't we all go back to bed and sort this out tomorrow?"

England slumped to the floor. He looked at the ground. (Y/n) stepped away to give herself some room and leaned against the table.

"Ouch!" She yelped. England's head shot up and (Yn) pulled her hand away from the table.

"What happened?" I asked coming over to her. England jumped up and grabbed (Y/n)'s arm. I noticed a big burn on the palm of her hand that went down to her wrist. "When did this happen?"

"I... I'm not sure. I don't remember that burn being there before." (Y/n) replied. I looked over at England. "England! What did you do?"

"It was a memory restoration spell nothing else but it seems to have restored part of (Y/n)'s physical condition more than her mental one." England explained.

"Huh?" (Y/n) asked.

"Nevermind." England said.

"So (Y/n) had these burns during the war?" I asked. England looked down again.

"It was from the over usage of magic." England replied.

"I'm still confused." (Y/n) said. "You guys are starting to creep me out."

I looked back at (Y/n) and she looked very confused and slightly scared.

"(Y/n) it's probably best you go back to bed." I said.

"Dammit, this wasn't supposed to happen." England muttered. I glared at him.

"This is what happens when you try to bring back your dead girlfriend. She's dead Arthur, Dead." I growl. England looks at me and I see the tears forming. "No wait, I didn't mean it like that."

"Well it sure as hell felt like you did!" England shouted before storming off. He didn't usually act like this, he'd try to stay calm and composed, like a 'gentleman' he'd say. I definitely said all the wrong things.

(Y/n) walked over to the sink and put her newly burnt hands under the cold water.

"Alfred, I'm still confused. Are you going to explain or am I going to have to figure this out myself?" (Y/n) asked, slightly wincing when she'd touch her hand.

"(Y/n)..." I trailed off. "Y-you should just go to bed."

(Y/n) turned off the tap and walked past me without making eye contact.

"I do remember some things but they're all hazy." (Y/n) mumbled. "I remember a battle, I remember Garry, I remember two other people, I remember a bomb..."

I shivered at the word bomb.

"... I remember magic spells, and I remember this house." (Y/n) continued. "I don't know why I remember that but I do. So if you're hiding something I'd like you to tell me."

I swallowed.

"T-there's nothing I need to tell you. Sorry (Y/n) it's best you go to bed." I repeat.

"Is your name really Alfred?" (Y/n) asked. I didn't reply.