Literature
Hetalia, USxUK. American Revolution.
The rain pelted down, but neither of us acknowledged it. My trembling hands tighened their hold on my weapon, as if they had a mind of their own. I could do nothing but hold in my tears. I couldn't show weakness, no matter the situation.. But, I didn't want him to go. I didn't want him to leave me. A broken sob escaped me before I could contain it, and my green gaze dropped to the muddy war field where we stood, staring each other down. I didn't need to glance back up to know that America had heard over all the noise. My tiny whimper had managed to reach him.
"England.. ?" His whisper was carried on the icy wind, reaching me and only making