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AmericaxReader - A New Friend (Part 4)

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Ok! Uhm, this part does have some violence and such in it so if you sensitive to that kind of stuff I'm just warning you now before you read >~< Thank you~
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America opened his eyes, and found himself in a complete wasteland. His feet sunk deep into the muddy terrain and coated his boots, the sky around him was completely dark, and dark shadows swirled in complete spirals within it. There were no sounds except for his constant beating heart, and his breathing.

He looked around franticly, searching for anyone, someone who could help him. He ran, yet he would always end up in the same spot, as if this place were in a constant loop in time. He suddenly fell onto his knees,clutching his head in his hands. His head was throbbing immensely, a million voices lodged in his brain. He clenched his eyes shut, the pain becoming almost unbearable.'Fat ass!''Stupid American!' The voices continued to mock him, until one voice spoke to him that stood out from all the rest.

"How does it feel, America?" His head shot up, eyes widening at the familiar voice.
"England?" He looked up to find none other than England, his emerald eyes looking down upon him as he stood proudly.

"Don't you remember this place America? This is where you tore my heart apart." England showed no sign of remorse, only sheer resentment as he spoke.

America just continued to stare at him with wide eyes behind the frame of his glasses. England's expression was blank, the coldness evident in his eyes. America's face grew pale as the scenery around them changed.

England's outfit had changed from his regular military outfit, to his bright red revolutionary coat. Looking down, his own outfit also had changed to his old revolutionary blue coat uniform.

England now held an old musket in his hands, pointed down to America's head. His eyes had changed to a sickly, dark red; a wide smirk grew upon his pale face.

"W-What's going on, England, w-what are you doing?" America voice was horse and weakened, he never saw England this way before, and it frightened him.

"I'm going to make you feel the pain that I had suffered for over a hundred years!" His red eyes gleamed in satisfaction as he kicked America in his stomach, taking the air out of him and sending him flying across the muggy terrain.

America's coat became soiled with mud; the side of his face scrapped the earth beneath him as he struggled for air. Still lying on the ground he began coughing up blood, his coughs stopped once England walked over to him, using his foot to turn him around on his back.

Setting his foot on his chest, he chuckled at the pitiful sight before him. America's glasses had long since disappeared and shattered into pieces due to England's surprising strength. His eyes were wide, and tears pricked on the corners of them. The side of his face was stained with blood and dirt; his breathing came out in pants. His Blood trickled down the side of his mouth.

"Please...stop..E-England." He panted out.

"Oh, now why would I? After I waited years just to do this!" England leaned down and grabbed America's neck with one hand, the other holding the musket firmly by his side.The force of England's grip tightened as America struggled beneath him, both hands holding back England's as best he could in attempt to save his own life.

England then hoisted him from the ground and held him up so their eyes could meet. Still choking him, England gazed into America's fearful eyes, a smirk once again plastered its way onto his face.

"Now you can feel the pain that I had to go through, what YOU put me through!" England then released him from his grip and let him fall to the ground.

America gasped and coughed roughly, his lungs screaming for air as he held his pained neck. Gaining what little strength he had left, he managed to look at England through his blurred vision; trying his best to contain the amount of pain he was in.

"England..I..never wanted it to be that way." England's face frowned in disgust, but then it grew into a smirk which eventually grew into laughter.

"HA!, you actually think I'm going to forgive you just like that!" He bent down to America's level and punched him, making him fall once more into the ground, sending blood and mud flying everywhere.

"You left me on my knees crying, now how does it feel to finally be on the opposing side!"

He sent another kick to America's stomach, unable to contain it any longer, America cried in pain, clutching his stomach in hopes of blocking England from hitting it any longer.

"You are so selfish, only thinking about yourself." England voice turned venomous, no longer that familiar British accent that he used to know.

America's heart pounded within his chest, he couldn't take it anymore. Tears finally found its way down his bruised cheeks, stinging the scrapes he had received from England earlier.

"That is why you don't have any friends!" England's demonic voice rang in his ears.
"Not much of a 'hero' now, huh?" England grabber him by the collar of his uniform and brought him up so that America faced his glowing, demonic red eyes.

"Look at what you did to me America." England put down his musket, the other hand still tightly clutching America's collar and opened up his coat to reveal a bleeding scar. It was right where his heart was on his chest, almost like a stab wound.

"No! I never did that to you! You're lying!" America tried his best to raise his voice, but it came out strained.

"You..you never wanted me to be myself!..you always wanted me to be normal or be like you!..I- I had no choice but to break away from you! I'm not a child, and I didn't need you to be my guardian anymore!"

A lump began to form in his throat, yet he still continued. "Is this why you hate me so much? Is this why you always make fun of me? England,why can't you just let the past go?"

"I'm sorr-" America was cut short when England's hand made contact with his face with a loud smack.

"If you think apologizing to me will solve this then you are even more stupid than I thought you were!"

America winced from pain emanating throughout his body, lowering his head his eyes began slowly closing, knowing that he had lost. England, though, wasn't done with him yet.

He released America's collar from his grip and forcefully threw him onto the ground once again and grabbed his musket, now lowering it so that its point was aimed directly at America's heart.

"I should have done this a long time ago. Now you can truly know what it feels like to have your heart stabbed!" With that, England then lodged the point of the musket into America's chest, laughing menacingly when he heard America scream in agony.

America's eyes were wide with shock. Blood began to seep out of his chest and coat his uniform in crimson. He began coughing up more blood, the pain becoming so intense that now all he could feel was a dull stinging. He wanted this nightmare to end! Just make it STOP!

England's form slowly disappeared as his vision started to turn black. The world around him slowly began to melt, sucking America into the ground with it. He closed his eyes tightly as the ground was taking him in, drowning him. In a last effort to escape all this madness and all the pain, he reached his hand out, using all the remaining strength he could muster.

'Please..someone..help me.' His whole body was now covered, the only thing visible was his outstretched hand, begging for help. His mind went blank and he soon began fading away into darkness, his stab wound was the only pain he could feel now. Suddenly, just when he was about to give up, he felt a familiar small hand grab onto his own, which slowly began pulling him up.

The weight he felt before vanished as he was brought to the surface. He felt the same pair of hands maneuver him so that now his head was lying in someone's lap..but who?

Fighting the heaviness of his eye lids, he slowly opened them into silts and tried desperately to see who had saved him. Without his glasses, his vision was slightly blurry, thus making it even harder for him to see.

"Hey,it's alright..you don't have to struggle alone anymore."

He recognized that voice, but he couldn't exactly remember who it belong to. Attempting one last time to see, he squinted his eyes allowing one second of vision, but it that one second he immediately recognized who it was.

It was the same girl who talked to him, the same girl who helped him and was so strangely kind to him. He recognized that [h/l] [h/c] hair, and those dull [e/c] eyes. There was no mistaking it, it had to be her.

Unable to stay awake any longer, he allowed himself to fall limp in her arms. He felt..strange..almost happy even. Just the feeling of someone there, the presence of someone and not being alone made him happy.

His heart was beating in a fast pace, making the blood flow from his wound faster, but this beating wasn't one of fear. It was something....different, something he hadn't felt since he was a child.

It was love.

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AmericaxReader - A New Friend (Part 4)

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Ok! Uhm, this part does have some violence and such in it so if you sensitive to that kind of stuff I'm just warning you now before you read >~< Thank you~
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America opened his eyes, and found himself in a complete wasteland. His feet sunk deep into the muddy terrain and coated his boots, the sky around him was completely dark, and dark shadows swirled in complete spirals within it. There were no sounds except for his constant beating heart, and his breathing.

He looked around franticly, searching for anyone, someone who could help him. He ran, yet he would always end up in the same spot, as if this place were in a constant loop in time. He suddenly fell onto his knees,clutching his head in his hands. His head was throbbing immensely, a million voices lodged in his brain. He clenched his eyes shut, the pain becoming almost unbearable.'Fat ass!''Stupid American!' The voices continued to mock him, until one voice spoke to him that stood out from all the rest.

"How does it feel, America?" His head shot up, eyes widening at the familiar voice.
"England?" He looked up to find none other than England, his emerald eyes looking down upon him as he stood proudly.

"Don't you remember this place America? This is where you tore my heart apart." England showed no sign of remorse, only sheer resentment as he spoke.

America just continued to stare at him with wide eyes behind the frame of his glasses. England's expression was blank, the coldness evident in his eyes. America's face grew pale as the scenery around them changed.

England's outfit had changed from his regular military outfit, to his bright red revolutionary coat. Looking down, his own outfit also had changed to his old revolutionary blue coat uniform.

England now held an old musket in his hands, pointed down to America's head. His eyes had changed to a sickly, dark red; a wide smirk grew upon his pale face.

"W-What's going on, England, w-what are you doing?" America voice was horse and weakened, he never saw England this way before, and it frightened him.

"I'm going to make you feel the pain that I had suffered for over a hundred years!" His red eyes gleamed in satisfaction as he kicked America in his stomach, taking the air out of him and sending him flying across the muggy terrain.

America's coat became soiled with mud; the side of his face scrapped the earth beneath him as he struggled for air. Still lying on the ground he began coughing up blood, his coughs stopped once England walked over to him, using his foot to turn him around on his back.

Setting his foot on his chest, he chuckled at the pitiful sight before him. America's glasses had long since disappeared and shattered into pieces due to England's surprising strength. His eyes were wide, and tears pricked on the corners of them. The side of his face was stained with blood and dirt; his breathing came out in pants. His Blood trickled down the side of his mouth.

"Please...stop..E-England." He panted out.

"Oh, now why would I? After I waited years just to do this!" England leaned down and grabbed America's neck with one hand, the other holding the musket firmly by his side.The force of England's grip tightened as America struggled beneath him, both hands holding back England's as best he could in attempt to save his own life.

England then hoisted him from the ground and held him up so their eyes could meet. Still choking him, England gazed into America's fearful eyes, a smirk once again plastered its way onto his face.

"Now you can feel the pain that I had to go through, what YOU put me through!" England then released him from his grip and let him fall to the ground.

America gasped and coughed roughly, his lungs screaming for air as he held his pained neck. Gaining what little strength he had left, he managed to look at England through his blurred vision; trying his best to contain the amount of pain he was in.

"England..I..never wanted it to be that way." England's face frowned in disgust, but then it grew into a smirk which eventually grew into laughter.

"HA!, you actually think I'm going to forgive you just like that!" He bent down to America's level and punched him, making him fall once more into the ground, sending blood and mud flying everywhere.

"You left me on my knees crying, now how does it feel to finally be on the opposing side!"

He sent another kick to America's stomach, unable to contain it any longer, America cried in pain, clutching his stomach in hopes of blocking England from hitting it any longer.

"You are so selfish, only thinking about yourself." England voice turned venomous, no longer that familiar British accent that he used to know.

America's heart pounded within his chest, he couldn't take it anymore. Tears finally found its way down his bruised cheeks, stinging the scrapes he had received from England earlier.

"That is why you don't have any friends!" England's demonic voice rang in his ears.
"Not much of a 'hero' now, huh?" England grabber him by the collar of his uniform and brought him up so that America faced his glowing, demonic red eyes.

"Look at what you did to me America." England put down his musket, the other hand still tightly clutching America's collar and opened up his coat to reveal a bleeding scar. It was right where his heart was on his chest, almost like a stab wound.

"No! I never did that to you! You're lying!" America tried his best to raise his voice, but it came out strained.

"You..you never wanted me to be myself!..you always wanted me to be normal or be like you!..I- I had no choice but to break away from you! I'm not a child, and I didn't need you to be my guardian anymore!"

A lump began to form in his throat, yet he still continued. "Is this why you hate me so much? Is this why you always make fun of me? England,why can't you just let the past go?"

"I'm sorr-" America was cut short when England's hand made contact with his face with a loud smack.

"If you think apologizing to me will solve this then you are even more stupid than I thought you were!"

America winced from pain emanating throughout his body, lowering his head his eyes began slowly closing, knowing that he had lost. England, though, wasn't done with him yet.

He released America's collar from his grip and forcefully threw him onto the ground once again and grabbed his musket, now lowering it so that its point was aimed directly at America's heart.

"I should have done this a long time ago. Now you can truly know what it feels like to have your heart stabbed!" With that, England then lodged the point of the musket into America's chest, laughing menacingly when he heard America scream in agony.

America's eyes were wide with shock. Blood began to seep out of his chest and coat his uniform in crimson. He began coughing up more blood, the pain becoming so intense that now all he could feel was a dull stinging. He wanted this nightmare to end! Just make it STOP!

England's form slowly disappeared as his vision started to turn black. The world around him slowly began to melt, sucking America into the ground with it. He closed his eyes tightly as the ground was taking him in, drowning him. In a last effort to escape all this madness and all the pain, he reached his hand out, using all the remaining strength he could muster.

'Please..someone..help me.' His whole body was now covered, the only thing visible was his outstretched hand, begging for help. His mind went blank and he soon began fading away into darkness, his stab wound was the only pain he could feel now. Suddenly, just when he was about to give up, he felt a familiar small hand grab onto his own, which slowly began pulling him up.

The weight he felt before vanished as he was brought to the surface. He felt the same pair of hands maneuver him so that now his head was lying in someone's lap..but who?

Fighting the heaviness of his eye lids, he slowly opened them into silts and tried desperately to see who had saved him. Without his glasses, his vision was slightly blurry, thus making it even harder for him to see.

"Hey,it's alright..you don't have to struggle alone anymore."

He recognized that voice, but he couldn't exactly remember who it belong to. Attempting one last time to see, he squinted his eyes allowing one second of vision, but it that one second he immediately recognized who it was.

It was the same girl who talked to him, the same girl who helped him and was so strangely kind to him. He recognized that [h/l] [h/c] hair, and those dull [e/c] eyes. There was no mistaking it, it had to be her.

Unable to stay awake any longer, he allowed himself to fall limp in her arms. He felt..strange..almost happy even. Just the feeling of someone there, the presence of someone and not being alone made him happy.

His heart was beating in a fast pace, making the blood flow from his wound faster, but this beating wasn't one of fear. It was something....different, something he hadn't felt since he was a child.

It was love.