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AmericaxReader (Part 6)

After you had left, America sat there, continuing to stare at the spot you once stood. His heart wouldn't stop beating; its pace was audible within his ears. At first, he thought it had been because he had woken up so suddenly to..that dream, no, nightmare. The thought of it sent terrifying chills up his spine. England's face, his eyes, the way he held no remorse, no regret as he stabbed him, tortured him; and he was unable to do anything about it.

The one thing he couldn't get off his mind was the fact that he actually hugged you! A complete stranger who he only just met a day ago! Yet, when he hugged you, his heart was beating so fast; and a weird feeling of heat burned his cheeks. He quickly shook the thought away from his mind, only to wince at the pain coming from his neck.

"Ow.." he muttered, lightly touching the spot with his fingers. Whenever he moved his head, the bruise would prevent him from doing so.

He stayed huddled on his spot on the couch, his eyes wondering to every corner of the room. The eerie silence was scaring him to death, the rain seemed to have stopped; soft drops were banging against the window frame.

He just wanted _____ to come back, so he wouldn't have to be alone in this scary place. Why did she even have a secret little home here anyway? She did mention she had a real home, so why have this place? The more he thought about it, the more intriguing the topic became. Maybe he could find out more about her, get to know her better and maybe, just maybe, become friends. He smiled at the thought of having a real friend, what was it like to have a real friend, anyway? Sure he had his awesome alien friend Tony, and made a few acquaintances, but he never really actually had “real” friend before.

England word's stuck in his head like glue, no matter how hard he tried; they always seemed to creep back up on him. He was sick and tired of the mocking names, and teasing. So what if he liked hamburgers and other foods, he couldn't help it if they were good! Besides, who are they to judge him, they weren't perfect either! He could name plenty of things wrong with them, especially England.

Hell, he was stronger than England! He was a world superpower! Yet, at the meeting he showed such coward-ness, it ultimately killed him on the inside. He was a hero, NOT a coward, but how could he show his face again after that. No, he HAD to prove to them that he is strong, that he could conquer his fears.

He continued this battle inside his head until he finally concluded that he would stand up to them, show them that he could take anything like a true hero would. This new found determination faltered a bit when he thought about you again. Why were you in his dream? Why did his heart beat so fast when he suddenly hugged you? Never before had he felt that way.

Well, maybe it was just a coincidence that you were in his dream, and maybe he was still frightened, and that made his heart beat faster.

'Yeah, that had to be the reason.' He thought. Still, he couldn't help but think there was another reason.

He brushed his hand through his hair and combed it down using his fingers. Nantucket was slightly drooping, so he pushed it back up only to have it drop back down. This was a first since Nantucket ALWAYS stood up, no matter what. Frowning, he brought his knees closer to his chest and moved himself further into the couch.

That empty feeling of loneliness crept on him again, he hated being alone with an upmost passion. He leaned his head against the couch and sighed, his eyes becoming heavy again. He was utterly exhausted, but he didn't want to sleep in fear of having another nightmare, he couldn't go through that again, he just couldn't. He silently hoped you would come back soon.

As much as he tried, unwillingly, his eyes sealed themselves shut and he was unable to pry them back open again. He could feel his body go limp from exhaustion, and the familiar feeling of darkness as he drifted off into sleep once more.

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America opened his eyes again and found himself standing in a familiar field; beautiful sunflowers blossomed and swayed gently with the wind, taking some of its vibrant petals along with it. Long grass strands flowed smoothly, in sync with the sunflowers. The sky was a beautiful bright blue that matched the color of his eyes. It was just so peaceful.
This place felt so familiar though, like he had been here before a long time ago. He just couldn't figure out when.

"America."

His eyes widened, the beating in his heart stopped completely. He froze, unable to speak, for standing in front of him, was England.

"No...NO! not again..please!" He shut his eyes tight, hoping the figure would just disappear, and that he would wake up into the real world.

He jumped and opened his eyes again when he felt a hand touch his shoulder.

"I'm not going to hurt you,git."

"W-What?"

England removed his hand from his shoulder and folded his arms across his chest, a frown appearing on his face as he looked over America's appearance. "Wow, you really took a beating to what I said, didn't you?"

America looked down at his feet in shame, but quickly got over it as anger swelled up inside him.

"Yeah, you happy now? Are you going to laugh at me and scold me some more? I'm sick and tired of your crap England! I won't tolerate it anymore!" He couldn't hold it in anymore; no longer will he just stand and let England talk him down.

His eyebrows furrowed in anger, and he clenched his fists as he continued, "Every day you mock me and tease me, calling me fat and saying that my ideas are stupid and idiotic. Why do you hate me so much?! I thought you would have gotten over that Revolutionary war crap by now! You call me a child, but if you look at yourself, you're not much of an adult either, England!"

England stood there, not saying a word as America panted, struggling to get his breath back; his baby blue eyes burning with anger.

"I never hated you, America."

"Huh?" America's eyes softened, what did he mean? Didn't he try to kill him and said that he should have killed him when he had the chance?

England looked away from America's gaze, his eyes concentrated on the grass beneath him.

"I never hated you America, I know it must have seemed that way." "I just..well..the truth is..I.." He sighed, unable to find the right words to say to the oblivious American. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes and finally saying,

"I just miss the times..when..when..you use to call me...big brother. A-and when we use to get along and hate France."

America's eyes widened, unable to say anything. Is this what really bothered him all this time? It did kinda explain why he always gave boring lectures to him. Still, what was the point of making fun of him and stuff?

"You always liked my food when you were little a-and you always use to climb into bed with me because you were scared whenever you would read a horror story."

He opened his eyes and looked straight at him, his eyes full of sadness. "When you said you wanted nothing to do with me, and that you wanted independence, it just..broke my heart." "I let my selfishness get the best of me, and didn't allow you do to so, and when you walked away, I thought you would hate me forever."

England's eyes began to water, a single tear made its way down his cheek before he quickly wiped it away with the sleeve of his uniform.

"I felt..so alone..and I g-guess..some part of me wanted you to feel the same."
"I could never fully understand how you could act so cheerful every day, and act as if you didn't have a care in the world. It made me jealous..and..and.."

Before he could finish his sentence, he broke into tears unable to stop them from pouring their way out of his eyes. He covered his face in shame and turned his back to America, though visible sobs could be seen from the constant rising of his shoulders.

America watched as the Englishman broke down in front of him. He felt an empty pang of guilt deep within him; he had only seen England like this when he was drunk.

"I-I was unable to shoot you.."

England voice snapped him out of his thoughts. He slowly turned towards the younger nation, his eyes dull and full of sorrow.

"I was unable to shoot you..because...how could I shoot the very thing that, for once, brought happiness into my life."

"If I had shot you..I would never be able to live with myself..I wouldn't be able to cope with such a burden."

England then grew silent, the soft song of the wind flowed between them.

America was ultimately shocked; everything was coming to him all at once. It took him a moment to take in all this information in, before he finally spoke,

"Then..why tease me? Why lecture me about how I dress and eat? Make fun of my ideas and say you want nothing to do with me? Wish I was dead and that I never existed? I don't get it England! First you hate me, now you're saying you don't? Just..just tell me which one it is!"

England looked away for a moment before answering,

"It's..complicated."

"What do you mean it's complicated? Just tell me!"

"I CAN'T YOU IDIOT!...I just cant.." England trailed off.

America sighed, he knew England was stubborn.

"Please?..England.." America's voice softened, as he walked closer to the Brit.

"I- I told you I can't..you wouldn't understand...so stop being so persistent."

"Maybe I will, maybe I won't, but I...won't just leave you alone..not this time." America came face to face with England before pulling him into a gentle hug.

"No matter if you hate me..or if you don't..I'm a hero..so I forgive you either way, England."

England's eyes widened, before trying to push the American off of him.

"Y-Yeah, just g-get off me! You're heavy."

America smiled, never before he had been so happy to England back to his normal self. He let go of England, before he felt himself starting to fade. His body started turning into small particles of dust, starting from his feet and slowly climbing its way up his body.

"W-What's going on?"

"You're waking up." England said, dusting himself off.

"Oh..well..I guess this is goodbye then."

"I suppose." England stated, before looking at him one last time.

"Listen, I...d-don't get use to this, ok? I-I only said what I said earlier because I wanted to..don't think that I did this all for your sake or anything."

"Haha, yeah, whatever you say dude." America laughed, his body was half way gone, his upper torso only remained.

"And England...thanks."

"For what?"

"For helping me realize that there was nothing for me to worry about in the first place..I now see that...I have flaws, granted, but that doesn't make me any less of who I am."

England's face held confusion, but understood what he meant.

"Humph, still, it would be nice if you could at least hold back on the eating habits a bit."

America smiled, his body finally disappearing before saying,

"Cya, England."

With that, the only trace of him was the small dent in the grass where he once stood. England stayed, closing his eyes and enjoying the quiet bliss, a smile forming its way onto his face before he added,

"You idiot."

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AmericaxReader (Part 6)

After you had left, America sat there, continuing to stare at the spot you once stood. His heart wouldn't stop beating; its pace was audible within his ears. At first, he thought it had been because he had woken up so suddenly to..that dream, no, nightmare. The thought of it sent terrifying chills up his spine. England's face, his eyes, the way he held no remorse, no regret as he stabbed him, tortured him; and he was unable to do anything about it.

The one thing he couldn't get off his mind was the fact that he actually hugged you! A complete stranger who he only just met a day ago! Yet, when he hugged you, his heart was beating so fast; and a weird feeling of heat burned his cheeks. He quickly shook the thought away from his mind, only to wince at the pain coming from his neck.

"Ow.." he muttered, lightly touching the spot with his fingers. Whenever he moved his head, the bruise would prevent him from doing so.

He stayed huddled on his spot on the couch, his eyes wondering to every corner of the room. The eerie silence was scaring him to death, the rain seemed to have stopped; soft drops were banging against the window frame.

He just wanted _____ to come back, so he wouldn't have to be alone in this scary place. Why did she even have a secret little home here anyway? She did mention she had a real home, so why have this place? The more he thought about it, the more intriguing the topic became. Maybe he could find out more about her, get to know her better and maybe, just maybe, become friends. He smiled at the thought of having a real friend, what was it like to have a real friend, anyway? Sure he had his awesome alien friend Tony, and made a few acquaintances, but he never really actually had “real” friend before.

England word's stuck in his head like glue, no matter how hard he tried; they always seemed to creep back up on him. He was sick and tired of the mocking names, and teasing. So what if he liked hamburgers and other foods, he couldn't help it if they were good! Besides, who are they to judge him, they weren't perfect either! He could name plenty of things wrong with them, especially England.

Hell, he was stronger than England! He was a world superpower! Yet, at the meeting he showed such coward-ness, it ultimately killed him on the inside. He was a hero, NOT a coward, but how could he show his face again after that. No, he HAD to prove to them that he is strong, that he could conquer his fears.

He continued this battle inside his head until he finally concluded that he would stand up to them, show them that he could take anything like a true hero would. This new found determination faltered a bit when he thought about you again. Why were you in his dream? Why did his heart beat so fast when he suddenly hugged you? Never before had he felt that way.

Well, maybe it was just a coincidence that you were in his dream, and maybe he was still frightened, and that made his heart beat faster.

'Yeah, that had to be the reason.' He thought. Still, he couldn't help but think there was another reason.

He brushed his hand through his hair and combed it down using his fingers. Nantucket was slightly drooping, so he pushed it back up only to have it drop back down. This was a first since Nantucket ALWAYS stood up, no matter what. Frowning, he brought his knees closer to his chest and moved himself further into the couch.

That empty feeling of loneliness crept on him again, he hated being alone with an upmost passion. He leaned his head against the couch and sighed, his eyes becoming heavy again. He was utterly exhausted, but he didn't want to sleep in fear of having another nightmare, he couldn't go through that again, he just couldn't. He silently hoped you would come back soon.

As much as he tried, unwillingly, his eyes sealed themselves shut and he was unable to pry them back open again. He could feel his body go limp from exhaustion, and the familiar feeling of darkness as he drifted off into sleep once more.

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America opened his eyes again and found himself standing in a familiar field; beautiful sunflowers blossomed and swayed gently with the wind, taking some of its vibrant petals along with it. Long grass strands flowed smoothly, in sync with the sunflowers. The sky was a beautiful bright blue that matched the color of his eyes. It was just so peaceful.
This place felt so familiar though, like he had been here before a long time ago. He just couldn't figure out when.

"America."

His eyes widened, the beating in his heart stopped completely. He froze, unable to speak, for standing in front of him, was England.

"No...NO! not again..please!" He shut his eyes tight, hoping the figure would just disappear, and that he would wake up into the real world.

He jumped and opened his eyes again when he felt a hand touch his shoulder.

"I'm not going to hurt you,git."

"W-What?"

England removed his hand from his shoulder and folded his arms across his chest, a frown appearing on his face as he looked over America's appearance. "Wow, you really took a beating to what I said, didn't you?"

America looked down at his feet in shame, but quickly got over it as anger swelled up inside him.

"Yeah, you happy now? Are you going to laugh at me and scold me some more? I'm sick and tired of your crap England! I won't tolerate it anymore!" He couldn't hold it in anymore; no longer will he just stand and let England talk him down.

His eyebrows furrowed in anger, and he clenched his fists as he continued, "Every day you mock me and tease me, calling me fat and saying that my ideas are stupid and idiotic. Why do you hate me so much?! I thought you would have gotten over that Revolutionary war crap by now! You call me a child, but if you look at yourself, you're not much of an adult either, England!"

England stood there, not saying a word as America panted, struggling to get his breath back; his baby blue eyes burning with anger.

"I never hated you, America."

"Huh?" America's eyes softened, what did he mean? Didn't he try to kill him and said that he should have killed him when he had the chance?

England looked away from America's gaze, his eyes concentrated on the grass beneath him.

"I never hated you America, I know it must have seemed that way." "I just..well..the truth is..I.." He sighed, unable to find the right words to say to the oblivious American. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes and finally saying,

"I just miss the times..when..when..you use to call me...big brother. A-and when we use to get along and hate France."

America's eyes widened, unable to say anything. Is this what really bothered him all this time? It did kinda explain why he always gave boring lectures to him. Still, what was the point of making fun of him and stuff?

"You always liked my food when you were little a-and you always use to climb into bed with me because you were scared whenever you would read a horror story."

He opened his eyes and looked straight at him, his eyes full of sadness. "When you said you wanted nothing to do with me, and that you wanted independence, it just..broke my heart." "I let my selfishness get the best of me, and didn't allow you do to so, and when you walked away, I thought you would hate me forever."

England's eyes began to water, a single tear made its way down his cheek before he quickly wiped it away with the sleeve of his uniform.

"I felt..so alone..and I g-guess..some part of me wanted you to feel the same."
"I could never fully understand how you could act so cheerful every day, and act as if you didn't have a care in the world. It made me jealous..and..and.."

Before he could finish his sentence, he broke into tears unable to stop them from pouring their way out of his eyes. He covered his face in shame and turned his back to America, though visible sobs could be seen from the constant rising of his shoulders.

America watched as the Englishman broke down in front of him. He felt an empty pang of guilt deep within him; he had only seen England like this when he was drunk.

"I-I was unable to shoot you.."

England voice snapped him out of his thoughts. He slowly turned towards the younger nation, his eyes dull and full of sorrow.

"I was unable to shoot you..because...how could I shoot the very thing that, for once, brought happiness into my life."

"If I had shot you..I would never be able to live with myself..I wouldn't be able to cope with such a burden."

England then grew silent, the soft song of the wind flowed between them.

America was ultimately shocked; everything was coming to him all at once. It took him a moment to take in all this information in, before he finally spoke,

"Then..why tease me? Why lecture me about how I dress and eat? Make fun of my ideas and say you want nothing to do with me? Wish I was dead and that I never existed? I don't get it England! First you hate me, now you're saying you don't? Just..just tell me which one it is!"

England looked away for a moment before answering,

"It's..complicated."

"What do you mean it's complicated? Just tell me!"

"I CAN'T YOU IDIOT!...I just cant.." England trailed off.

America sighed, he knew England was stubborn.

"Please?..England.." America's voice softened, as he walked closer to the Brit.

"I- I told you I can't..you wouldn't understand...so stop being so persistent."

"Maybe I will, maybe I won't, but I...won't just leave you alone..not this time." America came face to face with England before pulling him into a gentle hug.

"No matter if you hate me..or if you don't..I'm a hero..so I forgive you either way, England."

England's eyes widened, before trying to push the American off of him.

"Y-Yeah, just g-get off me! You're heavy."

America smiled, never before he had been so happy to England back to his normal self. He let go of England, before he felt himself starting to fade. His body started turning into small particles of dust, starting from his feet and slowly climbing its way up his body.

"W-What's going on?"

"You're waking up." England said, dusting himself off.

"Oh..well..I guess this is goodbye then."

"I suppose." England stated, before looking at him one last time.

"Listen, I...d-don't get use to this, ok? I-I only said what I said earlier because I wanted to..don't think that I did this all for your sake or anything."

"Haha, yeah, whatever you say dude." America laughed, his body was half way gone, his upper torso only remained.

"And England...thanks."

"For what?"

"For helping me realize that there was nothing for me to worry about in the first place..I now see that...I have flaws, granted, but that doesn't make me any less of who I am."

England's face held confusion, but understood what he meant.

"Humph, still, it would be nice if you could at least hold back on the eating habits a bit."

America smiled, his body finally disappearing before saying,

"Cya, England."

With that, the only trace of him was the small dent in the grass where he once stood. England stayed, closing his eyes and enjoying the quiet bliss, a smile forming its way onto his face before he added,

"You idiot."