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I had never in a million years pictured anything like this would ever happen to me. I mean this was unthinkable. I was completely taken by surprise. The Hero was taken by surprise. Despite the warnings I had been given I found that this just wasn't anything I had expected it to be. All I saw was innocence. He had been very curious of me and confused. Alone. It wasn't right. I couldn't just let him wander the streets. A child didn't belong out in the streets. He didn't even know why he was there. So being the hero I was I took him home. He had been delighted in being given a home. Despite how dirty and a little hungry he looked he had a lot of

He had grown very quickly once he had… settled in. He walked the place he had come to know as home. He let his hand trail along the wall of what was now his property. Never could he have pictured this happening. The one who had watched over and took care of him was gone. That one day had ruined everything. They just had to come and now… He did nothing to hide his distaste for the other two countries and they him. They wouldn't even entertain the idea that he had, had no clue that he was hurting the one who was caring for him. He had no clue exactly who he exactly was until after the events had all taken place. All he had known him

I struggled to pull myself from the depths of merciful sleep. I really just wanted to rest a while longer as I felt tired yet, but I never could. I always had something to do. Too much and the child needed- I shot up. I rushed to get to the door, but I never made it out of the bed as my arm was caught. My newly regained vision took in a rather worried America. "You need to stay-" "Where is he?! What have you done to him?!" "Nothing, he-" "You expect me to believe that whole I was unconscious you didn't take the chance to hunt him down like an animal?" The door opened causally, drawing both of our attention. "He got away, Angleterre." Th

My head spun from the unexpected movement as America was nearly instantly staring me down. His expression was dead serious and that honestly scared me. Not necessarily for my own safety, but the child. The last time I had seen him so serious he had practically ejected me from his life and took his freedom. This little connection set off little alarms. Little England was in danger. He was in danger and I needed to protect him. I needed to- "England." The grip on my shoulders tightened as he practically hissed at me. His voice unnecessarily and oddly quiet. My heart was pounding. My breathing shallowing. Muscles clenching as my eyes wandered

It was quickly becoming evident that England was only getting worse. His breaths came in sharp gasps and pants. The fever raged no matter what they did to try and lower it. He hadn't shown the slightest hint that he was going to wake up since he had lost consciousness. They were worried. That much was easy to see. Something wasn't right. They couldn't have been too late. They just couldn't be. France stirred the wine glass in his hand in a stressed manner as he watched over their suffering friend. America paced and struggled to come up with a solution. One that he just had to of over looked. He had to think of something. He couldn't just let

My head spun from the unexpected movement as America was nearly instantly staring me down. His expression was dead serious and that honestly scared me. Not necessarily for my own safety, but the child. The last time I had seen him so serious he had practically ejected me from his life and took his freedom. This little connection set off little alarms. Little England was in danger. He was in danger and I needed to protect him. I needed to- "England." The grip on my shoulders tightened as he practically hissed at me. His voice unnecessarily and oddly quiet. My heart was pounding. My breathing shallowing. Muscles clenching as my eyes wandered

"England, please. You have to hang on for just a while longer. I'm the hero, remember? I'll find it and- and… Please don't go." Whether or not he could hear him or not was questionable as his expression remained stoic. Thankfully no more blood was coming out of any places it shouldn't. Yet the fever steadily rose despite their best efforts to bring it down. The night wore on and the two were very reluctant to leave their unconscious friends side. It was close to the early morning hours when everything fell out of place. Finally snapping under all of the pressure. After so much bloodshed the government was overthrown and changes, wheth

 My head spun from the unexpected movement as America was nearly instantly staring me down. His expression was dead serious and that honestly scared me. Not necessarily for my own safety, but the child. The last time I had seen him so serious he had practically ejected me from his life and took his freedom. This little connection set off little alarms. Little England was in danger. He was in danger and I needed to protect him. I needed to- "England." The grip on my shoulders tightened as he practically hissed at me. His voice unnecessarily and oddly quiet. My heart was pounding. My breathing shallowing. Muscles clenching as my eyes wandered

I was comfortably warm. There was no light to rush my waking. It was quiet and didn't want to be up. Once I decided that I was getting up then it was going to be just work all day. No time for breaks or anything for that matter. Maybe I could just have a little more time to myself. I still felt rather drained. I jolted awake My head felt like it was buzzing from the sudden awakening. I struggled to pull myself together as I left my bed in an unfocused haze. I struggled with the doorknob for a moment before I was drifting down the hall at a rather unsteady pace. The buzzing in my head making it hard to focus. The scene before me fell in an ou

My head spun from the unexpected movement as America was nearly instantly staring me down. His expression was dead serious and that honestly scared me. Not necessarily for my own safety, but the child. The last time I had seen him so serious he had practically ejected me from his life and took his freedom. This little connection set off little alarms. Little England was in danger. He was in danger and I needed to protect him. I needed to- "England." The grip on my shoulders tightened as he practically hissed at me. His voice unnecessarily and oddly quiet. My heart was pounding. My breathing shallowing. Muscles clenching as my eyes wandered