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‘Hey, England,’ America said forcefully. ‘I will choose liberty after all.’
Anger and hurt swelled in the British nation’s chest as he beheld the man who stood before him. Full grown, now it was England who only came up to America’s chest. Clothed in blue and white, his garments soaked and plastered to his skin, America was tall and broad in a way the green-eyed man had never been. What had changed? What had he done wrong? Those strong arms were meant to help him, not rise up against everything he had ever known…
The shorter nation surged with a strike to knock sense into his America, but the patriot blocked his stab, a long scratch marring the wood, before the weapon was knocked away falling to the wet ground.
‘You were always so naïve, you fool…’
England’s hands shook, barrel levelled at the one he never thought he would have to… His breath came in puffs in the frigid air, and his fingers clenched around the firearm. Wide blue eyes looked back right at him…and… and England…
‘T-there’s no point in firing, is there…’ The great nation uttered, shoulders sagging with a self-depreciative smile, letting his own gun drop away into the water.
The older man wasn’t far behind as he sank to his knees, treacherous tears spilling over his cheeks. ‘Damn it… Why… Damn…’
The rain had been so unforgiving that day.
‘England…’ America said in the softest voice he had ever heard the other man use. The droplets of water washed him, a baptism, dripping down his nose as he stared down at England in their final hour.
‘You used to be… so big…’
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No longer welcome in that house, unentitled to step foot there, England returned to Europe, his mouth a thin line. The first dignified strides back into his home brought him to his favourite armchair where he immediately sat and poured a cup of tea. It tasted… so bitter...
Cup clacking recklessly back onto the saucer, the thick eyebrowed man gripped both armrests tightly as the sun set through the window. Unbending nation that he was, he refused to acknowledge America. The separation was for the best, the separation wasn’t painful… The separation didn’t mean much, because America would belong to Britain, no matter what new names he decided to call himself.
But it was just a lie. And he avoided the man he so obviously didn’t really know at all. Likewise, like a rebellious young adult, The United States did the same.
Let him try to be on his own. England thought spitefully. He’d come to realize just how much he actually needed Britain.
But…
Years passed… and as UK walked slowly through the quiet halls of his own house, it frightened and pained him to admit that… maybe he had been wrong. Maybe he had been the one who had really needed America…
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