“England! What happened?!” He asks, and pauses when he sees the china plates, broken and all of the floor; “I-I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll clean it up now...” England says in a rush, his arm raises as if to defend himself. His voice is meek and he quickly turns and crouches down, the white glass pooling in his hand as he attempts to pick up the sharp pieces, fighting back the images for blood and gore and...
“Come here.” America says, and England, in shock, drops the glass pieces. He turns with haste, almost stepping on a broken piece of the plate, and walks over to America. His head is looking at the ground and he's trembling. America only plans to tell him to wait on the couch, but his urge was so much more stronger when he sees England so weak and small...
England is about to push him away again when his arms are around him again, just like earlier, but America's lips so close to his ear stop him; he can hear whispers of sweet words into his ear, how it's okay and he doesn't need to be afraid, and how America's going to be his hero and Russia won't come after him, and England's arms wrap around America too, and they're embracing and...
America breaks out of his daydream; England still stands before him, shaking, scared, and America wants to cry again, because England was so strong, so great, so tall, so... “England, look at me.” America demands, but not cruelly. It is more of a request and he complies, slowly looking up.
“England, wait on the couch, okay? You can watch TV or something, I'll catch up soon.” America smiles instead, and England looks confused. He expected anger, but this man is smiling. England nods slowly and walks out, to the couch, and sits down. He wants to check the television, but... he's honestly a little scared, so he sits and waits for America.
America is in the kitchen and he's on his knees. In his hand is the larger pieces of broken glass, and he fits not to ball his hands in fists, because his palms will wind up bleeding and while he couldn't give a damn, he has no idea what the sight of blood will stimulate if England sees it.
He has to resist the urges, and sighs. He... he can't rush the things involving emotion; it's not going to do England any good if America flings his feelings at him. It'll just leave his mind spinning and confused and even more worse then he is now.
“England... I'll save you, I promise.” America remarks, and continues picking up the glass scattered all over the ground in his hand.
[A/N: Damn, Author!Anon has never written so much in her life... Well, this is it! Not the end, but it's 11:16 pm here and Author!Anon has yet to do her homework, so... she's. gonna go do that. ;AAA;'' Will continue tmr~~
Sorry for making it so long. I honestly didn't realize it'd be THIS long, orz;;.
I think it end around Part 15 or something, but if OP and commenters enjoy that it's so long, then I can make it even longer~~ I just. don't wanna make it so long you guys get sick of it. >A<'''
Also, Russia making a villainous reappearance = y/n? I made him such a jerk already, I wasn't sure if making his role here even worse would be fun for readers LOL;;;. But if you guys want it like that, I already have stuff planned~~ And no, I do not hate Russia, gaiz. ;A; ]
Hold Me Close [9/?]
“Come here.” America says, and England, in shock, drops the glass pieces. He turns with haste, almost stepping on a broken piece of the plate, and walks over to America. His head is looking at the ground and he's trembling. America only plans to tell him to wait on the couch, but his urge was so much more stronger when he sees England so weak and small...
England is about to push him away again when his arms are around him again, just like earlier, but America's lips so close to his ear stop him; he can hear whispers of sweet words into his ear, how it's okay and he doesn't need to be afraid, and how America's going to be his hero and Russia won't come after him, and England's arms wrap around America too, and they're embracing and...
America breaks out of his daydream; England still stands before him, shaking, scared, and America wants to cry again, because England was so strong, so great, so tall, so... “England, look at me.” America demands, but not cruelly. It is more of a request and he complies, slowly looking up.
“England, wait on the couch, okay? You can watch TV or something, I'll catch up soon.” America smiles instead, and England looks confused. He expected anger, but this man is smiling. England nods slowly and walks out, to the couch, and sits down. He wants to check the television, but... he's honestly a little scared, so he sits and waits for America.
America is in the kitchen and he's on his knees. In his hand is the larger pieces of broken glass, and he fits not to ball his hands in fists, because his palms will wind up bleeding and while he couldn't give a damn, he has no idea what the sight of blood will stimulate if England sees it.
He has to resist the urges, and sighs. He... he can't rush the things involving emotion; it's not going to do England any good if America flings his feelings at him. It'll just leave his mind spinning and confused and even more worse then he is now.
“England... I'll save you, I promise.” America remarks, and continues picking up the glass scattered all over the ground in his hand.
[A/N: Damn, Author!Anon has never written so much in her life... Well, this is it! Not the end, but it's 11:16 pm here and Author!Anon has yet to do her homework, so... she's. gonna go do that. ;AAA;'' Will continue tmr~~
Sorry for making it so long. I honestly didn't realize it'd be THIS long, orz;;.
I think it end around Part 15 or something, but if OP and commenters enjoy that it's so long, then I can make it even longer~~ I just. don't wanna make it so long you guys get sick of it. >A<'''
Also, Russia making a villainous reappearance = y/n? I made him such a jerk already, I wasn't sure if making his role here even worse would be fun for readers LOL;;;. But if you guys want it like that, I already have stuff planned~~ And no, I do not hate Russia, gaiz. ;A; ]