Whatever It Takes - 1d/1
anonymous
March 3 2011, 08:34:49 UTC
“I’m here, England,” America answered softly, lovingly.
“It...hurts.”
“I know,” America said around gritted teeth as he began the journey to get them both outside before the bomb blew. England was never the one to admit being in pain of any kind, physical or emotional. And to so willing admit to pain, it meant that he was truly suffering.
“Everything will be ok, I’ve got you now.”
The pain England was in caused his once vibrant eyes to cloud over, his face pale and drawn. Even as he tried to take in his surroundings, his movements were slow and agonising. This was not the England he knew and loved. He was so frail and beaten.
And they had done this to them.
Death was too good for the bastards.
As he stepped them over a body of a nameless scientist, England’s eyes widen and he curled up tighter in America’s arms, seemingly trying to curl away from the images of bloodshed he was seeing.
America kissed his brow. “Close your eyes; I don’t want you to see anymore.”
England tilted his head back to look up at him. “You...?” he breathed, his green eyes shimmering with tears that were ready to fall. “For me?”
America said nothing in reply as he kept moving forward.
England just stared at him for a long, drawn out moment before he squeezed his eyes shut and he threw his arms around America’s neck, pressing his face against the curve of where his neck met his shoulder. He was crying now, sobbing almost hysterically.
America just placed another kiss to his head and continued to move around the countless bodies that littered the area.
Stepping outside, America pulled England closer when he felt him shiver from the cool air of the night. He took the secret path through the outside facility’s of the secret army base the lab was located. The army base itself was situated on the outskirts of a sleepy little country town, the town’s residence unaware of the true purpose of such a facility.
America wasn’t sure of the time, but he was fairly certain that 20 minutes was coming to an end.
Just as he stepped outside the facility’s boundaries, a thunderous boom shook the land, sending off alarms and warnings in every direction.
The bomb was crude, but it was effective. Just as he wanted.
Too much evidence. Too much information. It was the only way.
As the glow of the flames leapt and danced through the pitch black smoke that was billowing upwards, America continued to hold England close, the small island nation clinging onto him with shaky hands, his face buried in his shoulder. He was crying still, from his own pain and from the knowledge of what America had to do...for him.
“I’m sorry,” England sobbed, his skinny frame shuddering violently. “I’m sorry.”
America just held him close. “You didn’t do anything wrong,” he whispered in reply, kissing a top of his blond head. “You’re not to blame for anything.”
“I’ve caused you so much trouble, caused you to carry such terrible burdens!” England cried. “I never wanted-!”
“You would have done the same for me.”
England remained silent after his words, though he still continued to cry. He then nodded his head, agreeing to what America had just said. And America knew that. He knew England would have done and had done everything he could to protect him.
“I want to go home,” England whispered as he tightened his arms around America’s neck. “Please.”
Turning his back to the flames, ignoring the wailing sirens of fire and police, America walked away, a small sense of satisfaction appearing with the knowledge that there was now one less threat to deal with.
He’ll take England to a place where he’ll be safe and will be able to recover from this traumatic ordeal in peace - with America watching over him. He will deal with England’s many injuries first before coming up with an excuse to tell the other nations, to put their own minds at ease later. They could afford to wait.
Whatever It Takes - 1e/1 (End)
anonymous
March 3 2011, 08:36:26 UTC
Then, after a couple of weeks, he might take England somewhere on a relaxing vacation. Just the two of them, alone and safe. Maybe to some of the wonderful sights this great land of America had to offer; this country was beautiful, after all.
“I love you,” America said as he carried England to his car. “I won’t let anyone hurt you ever again.”
Never again.
- AN: Damn character limits! Sooo...yeah. Was that to your satisfaction, OP? I’m not sure if I should de-anon with this or not ;A;
OP ♥'s you lots
anonymous
March 4 2011, 02:24:41 UTC
Oh, anon, this fill was amazing! Serious and protective!America is so much love <3 Wielding two hand guns = win! England officially broke my heart; especially when he apologized for what America had to do to save him. Yes, I want to hug him so badly right now ;_;
This was truly wonderful, a!anon. I definitely think you should de-anon X3
Aww, thank you, OP! This called to me, so thank you for having such an imaginative prompt! But I also want to curse you as you drew me away from my other fill I am in the middle off...Curse you! *shakes fist*
England broke my heart as well. But at least badass!America was there to save him, right? I think I will de-anon with this later. After I fix up the typos I suddenly just found...>.<
“It...hurts.”
“I know,” America said around gritted teeth as he began the journey to get them both outside before the bomb blew. England was never the one to admit being in pain of any kind, physical or emotional. And to so willing admit to pain, it meant that he was truly suffering.
“Everything will be ok, I’ve got you now.”
The pain England was in caused his once vibrant eyes to cloud over, his face pale and drawn. Even as he tried to take in his surroundings, his movements were slow and agonising. This was not the England he knew and loved. He was so frail and beaten.
And they had done this to them.
Death was too good for the bastards.
As he stepped them over a body of a nameless scientist, England’s eyes widen and he curled up tighter in America’s arms, seemingly trying to curl away from the images of bloodshed he was seeing.
America kissed his brow. “Close your eyes; I don’t want you to see anymore.”
England tilted his head back to look up at him. “You...?” he breathed, his green eyes shimmering with tears that were ready to fall. “For me?”
America said nothing in reply as he kept moving forward.
England just stared at him for a long, drawn out moment before he squeezed his eyes shut and he threw his arms around America’s neck, pressing his face against the curve of where his neck met his shoulder. He was crying now, sobbing almost hysterically.
America just placed another kiss to his head and continued to move around the countless bodies that littered the area.
Stepping outside, America pulled England closer when he felt him shiver from the cool air of the night. He took the secret path through the outside facility’s of the secret army base the lab was located. The army base itself was situated on the outskirts of a sleepy little country town, the town’s residence unaware of the true purpose of such a facility.
America wasn’t sure of the time, but he was fairly certain that 20 minutes was coming to an end.
Just as he stepped outside the facility’s boundaries, a thunderous boom shook the land, sending off alarms and warnings in every direction.
The bomb was crude, but it was effective. Just as he wanted.
Too much evidence. Too much information. It was the only way.
As the glow of the flames leapt and danced through the pitch black smoke that was billowing upwards, America continued to hold England close, the small island nation clinging onto him with shaky hands, his face buried in his shoulder. He was crying still, from his own pain and from the knowledge of what America had to do...for him.
“I’m sorry,” England sobbed, his skinny frame shuddering violently. “I’m sorry.”
America just held him close. “You didn’t do anything wrong,” he whispered in reply, kissing a top of his blond head. “You’re not to blame for anything.”
“I’ve caused you so much trouble, caused you to carry such terrible burdens!” England cried. “I never wanted-!”
“You would have done the same for me.”
England remained silent after his words, though he still continued to cry. He then nodded his head, agreeing to what America had just said. And America knew that. He knew England would have done and had done everything he could to protect him.
“I want to go home,” England whispered as he tightened his arms around America’s neck. “Please.”
Turning his back to the flames, ignoring the wailing sirens of fire and police, America walked away, a small sense of satisfaction appearing with the knowledge that there was now one less threat to deal with.
He’ll take England to a place where he’ll be safe and will be able to recover from this traumatic ordeal in peace - with America watching over him. He will deal with England’s many injuries first before coming up with an excuse to tell the other nations, to put their own minds at ease later. They could afford to wait.
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“I love you,” America said as he carried England to his car. “I won’t let anyone hurt you ever again.”
Never again.
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AN: Damn character limits! Sooo...yeah. Was that to your satisfaction, OP? I’m not sure if I should de-anon with this or not ;A;
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Also England broke my heart, all the things that happened to him, but overall, when he blamed himself for what America did.
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Now, I must finish my other fill... *flails*
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This was truly wonderful, a!anon. I definitely think you should de-anon X3
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England broke my heart as well. But at least badass!America was there to save him, right? I think I will de-anon with this later. After I fix up the typos I suddenly just found...>.<
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This is so lovely, Author!Anon, so freaking badass! With America's hot movements and England's heartbreaking fears, this is truly brilliant!
Please de-anon.Ü
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Yes yes, I definitely will de-anon with this sometime in the near future XD
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I could smell some sequel or prequel. Would you consider bringing us more joy?
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XD Nothing comes to mind at the moment, but you never know~
I’ll be de-anoning with this on FF.Net sometime in the future...after I fix all the bloody typos that seem to appear seconds after posting *twitches*
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