Chapter 8: England

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Dammit, dammit, dammit.

Why didn't it work, It worked with America and it worked with (Y/n) before I killed her. Is it because she's dead and so I need to do something extra? I got back her physical form but was that part of the steps?

"England." I heard an American accent.

"What do you want?" I hissed.

"(Y/n)'s getting sceptical, I don't think she's going to trust us as much anymore." America said.

"What was I supposed to do?" I cried. "Was I supposed to just leave her suffering? Was I supposed to keep suffering? Why did she have to die? Why did she have to go off and prove herself to me? What did I do wrong?"

America got down on his knee and pulled me into an embrace, something I never thought would happen.

"I'm sorry about what I said. She's not dead she's right there except she's a bit harder to get to. I'm sure you'll find a way, you're my big brother England after all." America said, comfortingly.

I hugged him back but then America stood up immediately and started coughing.

"Gah! I can't believe I just said that! Agh, dude, you so owe me a biggilion cheeseburgers and soda." America gagged.

I stood up and dusted myself off.

"Thank you America." I replied before walking out of the room.

I walked down the corridor and past (Y/n)'s room, I saw her lying peacefully in bed, where she should be. I then walked over to my bedroom and went back to sleep.

Maybe it's because she's human now. I need to find a way to turn her back into a country. Maybe then I'll be able to bring back her memories.

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