England's eyes rippled open, noticing a diminutive change in tension. His vision still blurry, only being able to make out myriad faces that were above him, staring into his pallid eyes.
"W-What?" He stuttered, groggily, the blur now fading. America's arms were crossed, ocean eyes stern as he stared at England, Australia and New Zealand following suit.
"England." America's words held nothing but spite, he flinched, the tone bringing him back to old days, the arguments, the fights... "You weren't looking for fucking spies were you?!" His voice cultivated with each letter, the Brit's eyes widening as he backed up against the bed.
"Y-Yes i wa-" He cussed himself in his mind, the stuttering only made matters more harmful. And for what? Losing the trust of various nations. He looked down, fiddling with his fingers. Unable to look up to the 4, his family. They despised him.
"Leave." His eyes widened, turning glossy as the word rehearsed in his head, echoing, some unison and some not so much, echo after echo.
"W-what?" He found the strength to look up, noting the 4's features, Australia's arm pointing towards the door, the bone coloured door only enticed his demand to leave. New Zealand's arms were around Canada's, as the young nation was tear stricken. "I-I'm sorry.." He sighed picking up his feet and placing them to the ground, not being given any chance to even change, he bolted out the door, escaping the harsh glare of each nation he passed.
Had he expected them to find out? Yes, but not in this way. He moderated his pace, seeing Germany and the others watching him. 'Did they-' He gritted his teeth scowling at them from afar, their smirks visible as he got closer.
"Good job England" One grinned, England letting out a low growl in response, not even bothering to talk as he walked past them.
This is going to be a very long war...
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So is it safe to say i don't write Hetalia anymore and i only wrote this to let you all know I'm in a completely different fandom?
When i first wrote this book, i was 11? I am now 14 and i guess I've.. improved huh?
I haven't read this book since then, and only rlly today skimmed through to write this, so i hardly have any knowledge of my own book.
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This is War (Hetalia)
Historical FictionThe arguing against the countries have gotten worsening by the minute. Italy is very worried and when he hears that all alliances will be dropped he didn't know what to do, it all changed when a certain Brit and a certain Frenchmen, who had been arg...