Forgive Me ~Hetalia~

Chapter 22

•I don't own Hetalia, if I did I wouldn't be writing this.

America could remember all kinds of things now, in his dream he saw faces and places and dates. They all stringed together to create valuable information. Many, many things appeared in front of him, all of them important in some strange way. He saw himself as a very young country, at that point he had probably not even been discovered. Then he saw him and England, happy and smiling, a warm feeling spread through his sleeping body, but it didn't last long, an extremely cold feeling started to weigh him down, he couldn't remember anything that could make him feel this way, but then he saw a very faint and blurry image: it was him, older than before, and England, they both looked angry, it was raining and there were guns in their hands. America wanted to know more about the image he had saw but was hesitant at the same time, he didn't want to remember something that upset him so much. He concentrated on happy images and was brought back to memories of him and Whaley, the whale he had found in Japan. Then he woke up.

"America" England muttered, still half asleep, he nudged America to try and get him up.
"Dude! I'm tired" America complained.
"There's a world meeting today and I'm going to be late and your arm is wrapped around me and I can't get it off" England nagged angrily, he wasn't serious though, he was too happy to be mad. America released the older nation and sat up slowly, wincing slightly.
"What's wrong?" England asked as he got off the bed and took some clothes out the wardrobe.
"Just hurts a bit is all" America muttered. America looked at England. He seemed happier than he usually was, which was a good thing. America felt a sudden chill go through him as he heard words echo in his head.
"You are no longer my brother!"
America quickly dismissed it, he was probably just tired, funny considering how much he had slept. He slowly got out of the bed, wobbling slightly but staying upright.
"I wanna go to the meeting" he said to England, who was buttoning up one of Americas only shirts, it wasn't too big on him, it was probably one of Americas old ones.
"Really? You only just woke up?" England said, astonished that America would want to return so quickly.
"Yeah dude! The heroes gotta get back and continue saving people!" America proclaimed loudly, his voice seemed to be healing. England nodded and went downstairs, America followed, holding on to the bannister on the stairs. The went to the kitchen and England made toast, it was burnt but America ate it anyway, England at down at the kitchen table with a cup of tea. That brought another strange memory.
Tea...in water? At a harbour? America shrugged it off once more.
"Oh were going to be late!" England cried, be grabbed his and Americas briefcases and carried them to the car, America walked slowly to the car, slightly annoyed that he couldn't drive. They both left for the meeting, making small talk on the way.

This was created by me and mlphetalialuv so I hoped you've enjoyed it so far! ^_^