The Truth

Chapter 7

War planes flew overhead, the sound of turrets and gunshots echoed across the sky. Smoke filled the air as buildings became mountains of rock and metal. "Keep pushing forward! We're almost there!" I could hear my son shout above the chaos, looking over seeing him and his troops slaughtering any nazi that stood in their path.

"C'mon men!" I shout as I lead my army forward, staying right next to my son as we push forward. Hours turned to days, as we liberated France, freeing it from Third Reich's control. I ran into the prison with America right next to me, both of us ready for an ambush from any remaining germans.

"Britain?" I froze, recognizing the voice instantly. I looked into one of the filthy cells to see France himself, gripping on the bars as he looked at the both of us with hope yet something else sparkled in his gaze.

"France." I spoke in a hushed whisper as I looked at him up and down, he wasn't in the best condition that's for certain. But, at least he isn't dead. "It's good to see you my friend." I say as America broke the lock before opening the jail door. However, France didn't budge from his spot, instead he just sat there, holding something limp in his arms.

My smile faded into a frown, as my eyes widened in horror. Tears filled my eyes as I crashed onto my knees, staring at the body in horror. I clenched my teeth together as I took hold of the limp body, hugging her close, before throwing my head back screaming out in agony. America looked away as tears streamed down his cheeks, France himself looked down at his sister's body with remorse and guilt.

"Britain!" A familiar voice screamed, causing me to snap open my eyes.

(Y/N)'s POV

Britain sat up quickly, tears still dripping down his cheeks as he tried to catch his breath. I placed my hand on his shoulder, causing him to look at me, his eyebrows contorting into confusion. "W-What?" He stuttered out as he began to look around the room with confusion.

"It's alright, it was just a bad dream." I spoke softly to him as I began to rub his back in a comforting manner as he looked around wildly. Then, he seemed to calm down, his breathing becoming even as his tears came to a stop.

"This is wrong." I heard him whisper, before Britain jumped off the bed, grabbing his hat and coat as he made his way to the door quickly.

"Britain?" I questioned with confusion, slipping out of my bed while following after him. But, by the time I got to the door, he already closed it with a loud slam causing me to freeze, hearing his footsteps fade away.

I let out a confused huff, taking a few steps away from the door, before walking away from it completely, glancing back at it before going to my wardrobe, opening it, looking for an outfit of my interest. As I shuffled through my clothes I heard a knock at the door, "Come in." I responded, not stopping from what I was doing.

"So this is where the beautiful princess (Y/N) rests." A spanish accent spoke, causing me to freeze in place, looking around the door of my cupboard to find Spanish Empire looking around calmly. "A nice room." He complimented with a small smile, looking over towards me. 

I give him an unamused stare saying, "Can you please leave so I can get dressed?" I say as I turned my attention back on the clothes inside the wardrobe, doing my best to ignore his presence. 

"I just got here my lady." He spoke with a sly grin, clasping his hands behind his back as he kept his eyes trained in my direction. Hugo stood up from his bed while growling in his direction while Echo let out a hiss but didn't leave her babies.

"I thought you were Ama." I responded as I picked out some white shorts with a yellow shirt with some orange flowers decorating the bottom, throwing them both onto my bed, before turning to look at him with a calm look. "So can you please leave so I can get dressed?" I asked once more, crossing my arms. Hugo began to stalk forward, glaring right up at Spanish Empire while Benjamin began rattling his rattler in warning, Echo looking at him with pride shining in her eyes.