Hold Me Close [6/?]
anonymous
May 4 2009, 00:19:31 UTC
England says nothing, but when he looks at America, all of a sudden the world moves fast, and America realizes England's on the other side of the bed, and he looks like he's about run out through the window.
“Hold on, England! Stop! I'm not here to hurt you!” He shouts in a desperate voice, and England pauses, his body remains tense though.
“Look, I'm not here to harm you, okay? I'm here to help you. I'm not allied with Russia or anything like that, so chill out... I know I knocked you out and all, but it was just so we could get you to come here, so trust me on this, okay?” America explains slowly, but England still looks at him wary... no, not wary. He looks at America with a terrified expression, because all he thinks is that America is another bad person, another person out to make him more miserable then he already was...
He can't trust this man! He knocked him out, so England does the most natural thing; he runs straight past America and out the door. He's gotta get out of here, find someone, find someone he can depend on, but... but he can't recall anyone, who can he depend on?
He doesn't even know his own name...
“England, stop, damn it!” America's voice grows closer, and England's been deprived for days, he's shocked he can even run, but not outrun the American behind him. All of a sudden, they grab his arm and England knows, oh God, they're going to kill him, he always hears from people in other cells; “If you try and run, they're going to kill you, slow and painful,” oh God, this guy's going to kill him, he's never going even find out what his name is. Freedom was so close, so close, England wishes--
America embraces him instead. His arms around England's smaller frame, and England does the natural thing to him; he tries to push America away, he's terrified, this must be a trick, they're going to kill him, it's just a false hope, it's nothing good.
“Please believe in me.” America says, and England stops. To be honest, he isn't sure what to do. All he's known for months now is the horrifying world where they've taken him. They cut him with knives, slammed him against the walls and floors, raped him, blindfolded him and told him he's not whatever his name was, that there's no such thing as kindness and it's all a lie...
England hasn't seen compassion in months. He's forgotten what it was. He's forgotten how you feel when someone is compassionate towards you... so he keeps his face stoic, he doesn't react when America's arms get tighter and he starts to weep a little.
It stays like that for a few moments, and the only sound in the hallway is America's quiet sobbing. Then he lets go; “Sorry... You're probably feeling dirty. You can take a shower if you want...” He says, wiping his tears.
Inside somewhere, he's broken inside that England doesn't hug him back, that England really has been torn apart inside and out, so much that it's unimaginable.
America steps a good distance away; “It's right down the hall. Don't take too long! I have food waiting for you in the dining room!” He says, smiling again, and England simply nods. America nods and walks down the hall, back to the dining room, and England heads down to the bathroom.
[A/N: >A<;; Author!Anon hopes you're enjoying this, since it's starting to stray from what I originally planned, orz;;;. And. idk. this one... sort of bugs me anyway. I feel like I'm rushing it. -sobbbb- ]
“Hold on, England! Stop! I'm not here to hurt you!” He shouts in a desperate voice, and England pauses, his body remains tense though.
“Look, I'm not here to harm you, okay? I'm here to help you. I'm not allied with Russia or anything like that, so chill out... I know I knocked you out and all, but it was just so we could get you to come here, so trust me on this, okay?” America explains slowly, but England still looks at him wary... no, not wary. He looks at America with a terrified expression, because all he thinks is that America is another bad person, another person out to make him more miserable then he already was...
He can't trust this man! He knocked him out, so England does the most natural thing; he runs straight past America and out the door. He's gotta get out of here, find someone, find someone he can depend on, but... but he can't recall anyone, who can he depend on?
He doesn't even know his own name...
“England, stop, damn it!” America's voice grows closer, and England's been deprived for days, he's shocked he can even run, but not outrun the American behind him. All of a sudden, they grab his arm and England knows, oh God, they're going to kill him, he always hears from people in other cells; “If you try and run, they're going to kill you, slow and painful,” oh God, this guy's going to kill him, he's never going even find out what his name is. Freedom was so close, so close, England wishes--
America embraces him instead. His arms around England's smaller frame, and England does the natural thing to him; he tries to push America away, he's terrified, this must be a trick, they're going to kill him, it's just a false hope, it's nothing good.
“Please believe in me.” America says, and England stops. To be honest, he isn't sure what to do. All he's known for months now is the horrifying world where they've taken him. They cut him with knives, slammed him against the walls and floors, raped him, blindfolded him and told him he's not whatever his name was, that there's no such thing as kindness and it's all a lie...
England hasn't seen compassion in months. He's forgotten what it was. He's forgotten how you feel when someone is compassionate towards you... so he keeps his face stoic, he doesn't react when America's arms get tighter and he starts to weep a little.
It stays like that for a few moments, and the only sound in the hallway is America's quiet sobbing. Then he lets go; “Sorry... You're probably feeling dirty. You can take a shower if you want...” He says, wiping his tears.
Inside somewhere, he's broken inside that England doesn't hug him back, that England really has been torn apart inside and out, so much that it's unimaginable.
America steps a good distance away; “It's right down the hall. Don't take too long! I have food waiting for you in the dining room!” He says, smiling again, and England simply nods. America nods and walks down the hall, back to the dining room, and England heads down to the bathroom.
[A/N: >A<;; Author!Anon hopes you're enjoying this, since it's starting to stray from what I originally planned, orz;;;. And. idk. this one... sort of bugs me anyway. I feel like I'm rushing it. -sobbbb- ]
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