How long has it been? About 1 month? America thinks to himself. The scars on his face have healed, and he is good as he was earlier; Canada was still healing, and... England, well...
Occasionally, China calls to tell him about England; “I haven't been able to get through to him at all- aru... He goes everyday doing the exact same thing, and it's always the things I told him to do when he first started staying with him. I've tried to ply him with everything I could think of- aru. Books he liked, British tea, nothing comes up- aru.” America cringes as China continues, “He doesn't react to it. He looks at it, and he'll hold it because I'm telling him to try it, but... nothing happens- aru. He's just doing it out of fear- aru.”
“... What about Japan? South Korea? Haven't they been visiting him?” America asks, and he has to control himself so his phone doesn't crush under his strength.
“Japan tries too. He brings tea from his country. Poetry, rugs, anything that England would like- aru. South Korea has tried to make him watch dramas. It's like he's completely soul-less now- aru. Unless something reminds him of Russia; then he starts to scream again- aru.” China explains, and with a sharp breath, he says, “I don't think there's anymore we can do- aru. He's beyond help now- aru...”
America hangs up. He... He refuses to believe it. It's... It's England, he's got to be okay inside, right? Right? He's strong, so strong, America remembers, there's no way he'd... give up like that.
China's not doing it right, he convinces himself. Maybe if he visits England, it'll be okay. England still remembers him, right? Of course he does, of course he does, England would never truly forget him. He's America, he's America, so... So stop crying, damn it... America wipes his tears.
He must be strong, because it is England, and everyone is giving up, but he won't. He'll save him, wherever he has gone. He stands up and picks up his phone; “I'm taking him home.” America says, and hangs up on China, who doesn't have a chance to argue back.
And now, a few hours later, he's being guided by Chinese officials to their personification's household, where England was. It's been a while since he saw England. After the events with Russia... well, China took care of England there on after. America was in no condition with injuries, and his unstable emotions.
He... he is okay now, he is! He's a hero! Heroes always heal!
But when China greets him and leads him to England's room, he finds him on his knees; he sobs. He hasn't seriously cried over this whole ordeal yet, because he forces him emotions in check, even when they are so messy after Russia came. Seeing England scream, backed against the wall, afraid like he is Russia too...
It hurts. It hurts him like he's been shot too many times, and he can't take it anymore. Politics, economy, everything; it's stressing him out, he's so tired, then there's England, the person he loves, afraid and weak and he can't do anything, and, and...
He's no hero. He can't do this.
He can't help England.
But his mind changes the screaming ceases; America does not hear over his crying, but he knows when he feels warmth around him; he doesn't know what happened. China watches from the side with a smile.
But England is hugging him, embracing him, his mouth against America's golden hair. He doesn't stroke his back or anything like that, like he once used to when America was young, but he holds him close, regardless, and says nothing. America sneaks his arms around him, and he cries against the crook of England's neck.
There is hope, isn't there- aru? China asks himself; I was mistaken. What he needs isn't someone smart enough to have a Doctor's degree. England needs specifically America to help him- aru.
“Because he still remembers you somewhere inside- aru.” The Chinese man whispers.
[A/N: BECAUSE. I'VE BEEN GIVING YOU ALL DEPRESSING ANGST SO HERE'S SOME LOVELY. CUTE THINGS. IDK. ;A;
So it's 2:45, I am definitely sleeping now. D8 GOOD NIGHT GAIZ, ILU SO MUCH.
Hold Me Close [19/?]
Occasionally, China calls to tell him about England; “I haven't been able to get through to him at all- aru... He goes everyday doing the exact same thing, and it's always the things I told him to do when he first started staying with him. I've tried to ply him with everything I could think of- aru. Books he liked, British tea, nothing comes up- aru.” America cringes as China continues, “He doesn't react to it. He looks at it, and he'll hold it because I'm telling him to try it, but... nothing happens- aru. He's just doing it out of fear- aru.”
“... What about Japan? South Korea? Haven't they been visiting him?” America asks, and he has to control himself so his phone doesn't crush under his strength.
“Japan tries too. He brings tea from his country. Poetry, rugs, anything that England would like- aru. South Korea has tried to make him watch dramas. It's like he's completely soul-less now- aru. Unless something reminds him of Russia; then he starts to scream again- aru.” China explains, and with a sharp breath, he says, “I don't think there's anymore we can do- aru. He's beyond help now- aru...”
America hangs up. He... He refuses to believe it. It's... It's England, he's got to be okay inside, right? Right? He's strong, so strong, America remembers, there's no way he'd... give up like that.
China's not doing it right, he convinces himself. Maybe if he visits England, it'll be okay. England still remembers him, right? Of course he does, of course he does, England would never truly forget him. He's America, he's America, so... So stop crying, damn it... America wipes his tears.
He must be strong, because it is England, and everyone is giving up, but he won't. He'll save him, wherever he has gone. He stands up and picks up his phone; “I'm taking him home.” America says, and hangs up on China, who doesn't have a chance to argue back.
And now, a few hours later, he's being guided by Chinese officials to their personification's household, where England was. It's been a while since he saw England. After the events with Russia... well, China took care of England there on after. America was in no condition with injuries, and his unstable emotions.
He... he is okay now, he is! He's a hero! Heroes always heal!
But when China greets him and leads him to England's room, he finds him on his knees; he sobs. He hasn't seriously cried over this whole ordeal yet, because he forces him emotions in check, even when they are so messy after Russia came. Seeing England scream, backed against the wall, afraid like he is Russia too...
It hurts. It hurts him like he's been shot too many times, and he can't take it anymore. Politics, economy, everything; it's stressing him out, he's so tired, then there's England, the person he loves, afraid and weak and he can't do anything, and, and...
He's no hero. He can't do this.
He can't help England.
But his mind changes the screaming ceases; America does not hear over his crying, but he knows when he feels warmth around him; he doesn't know what happened. China watches from the side with a smile.
But England is hugging him, embracing him, his mouth against America's golden hair. He doesn't stroke his back or anything like that, like he once used to when America was young, but he holds him close, regardless, and says nothing. America sneaks his arms around him, and he cries against the crook of England's neck.
There is hope, isn't there- aru? China asks himself; I was mistaken. What he needs isn't someone smart enough to have a Doctor's degree. England needs specifically America to help him- aru.
“Because he still remembers you somewhere inside- aru.” The Chinese man whispers.
[A/N: BECAUSE. I'VE BEEN GIVING YOU ALL DEPRESSING ANGST SO HERE'S SOME LOVELY. CUTE THINGS. IDK. ;A;
So it's 2:45, I am definitely sleeping now. D8 GOOD NIGHT GAIZ, ILU SO MUCH.
and no this isn't the end, STILL. HAHAHA.]