Idk probs a one shot story countryhumans

The end

Britain's POV

It was a beautiful day today. No clouds in the sky, the sun shining bright and the birds chirping. The beginning of summer, yet it's the end. I looked at my son, Scotland, and smiled. I patted his head.

"It's a nice day out isn't it?" He barely looked at me."..." no response. Well I'm not surprised..he knows what's coming today. I sighed and hugged him."I know what you're thinking,son..it's ok. It's just a quick process. You'll be ok in the end with your siblings."  That's a nice way to put it. He looked at me with tears in his eyes. He wasn't ready I could tell. He held onto me tightly.

"I can't do it.. I refuse to do something like that to you." He said with a shaking voice. I brushed his hair.

"But you want your freedom right? It's the only way to do it..I love you no matter what happens. I promise." I could feel him shaking and hesitating so much. It isn't easy to do it..I understand that.

I slowly got up with him and nodded.

"We'll just start easy alright? Take your time.." he nodded and held his sword tightly. He backed away and lifted it. I smiled nicely. "Breathe. You're strong." I took my sword as well and slowly lifted it. I could feel a few cracks on my face..I don't have much time left. We have to do this.

He soon regained his courage and charged at me with full speed. I blocked his attack and slashed my sword at him, purposely missing. He's a trained warrior. I don't have any chance against him anyways. He easily dodged it and hit me with the sword's handle on my back. He's stopping himself to do it I can tell. I fell back and managed to block a few attacks from him. He was incredibly strong. KS trained him well..that bastard really did something to him.

After losing my train of thought, I snapped back into reality. I lost my sword, which was now far away from me, stabbed in the ground deeply. Of course he managed to do that. He's a professional warrior..I'm so proud of him. Before I could say anything, I felt something sharp within me. Everything started turning red, even my drool became red... red... red like blood. I slowly processed what was going on and looked at Scotland. He did it.
He made me the proudest father ever.

Scotland's POV (oh boy)

I fell onto my knees and stared at my father, dying. My vision was getting blurry from the tears. Damn it! I'm showing my weakness in front of him! He can't see me like this! Not when it's his last time..! I choked a bit on my tears and froze when he gently caressed my cheek. I couldn't help it. I broke down and hugged him close.

"It's ok dad..it's ok..I'm here.." I whispered. He kept trying to say something it seems, but nothing was coming out..I'm so sorry dad...
I didn't want it to end like this..he doesn't seem so sad though. He seems... happy? Why is he happy that he's dying? I couldn't understand it even if I'd try...

My older brother, Ireland, and my twin brother, England, ran over and joined in the hug. I could feel his body getting colder and his flag turning grey... he's really going to be...

My brothers were crying, but they understood why I did this... right? Especially Ireland..he's the closest to him. I'm so sorry I did this... I just wanted my freedom... I'm not a murderer.

Britain, my father, soon succumbed to death itself... he's gone... I won't ever see him again...

"He's not gone forever, Scott..." Ireland said to me. "Remember with Mam? He can see us... we just can't see him... maybe we'll even see him in our dreams with mam..."
Maybe...
At least he's happy now...
Right..?

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