You frown as you dont get an answer from Englands phone for the third time today. You wanted something to do and were going to see if he wanted to come over. As far as youre aware, neither he nor you had anything important to be doing and if there was something important you should be doing like attending a meeting, youre sure Germany would have yelled at you down the phone by now.
It had started to rain this morning and the rumble of thunder and flashes of lightning had begun to accompany it a little later, which had put you off going outside, but seeing England would be nice if you could just get a damn answer from him!
You shrug and pick up your car keys along with the spare key to his place that hed given you, just in case. He always answers the phone, so you find his lack of communication with you a little strange and worrying.
As you drive over to his place, you try his phone again, but, again, not getting an answer. The rain hammers against the windows, even obstructing your view a little. The lightning is uncomforting, but you ignore it until you get to Englands house.
three! you say to yourself before diving out of the car, locking it quickly and then running up the steps to the front door. You knock loudly, getting soaked through as you wait for an answer.
No. Just like you expected, you dont get one, so you find his key in your pocket and let yourself in. It didnt take long to get completely drenched, your clothes now dripping, your hair sticking flat to you.
England? you call, Iggy, you home?!
The first place you check is the lounge, and then the kitchen. On the counter by the kettle theres a cup with tea in it, ready to be filled with hot water, but England isnt here.
As you approach his room, you can hear sniffling, clearly telling you that this is where your friend is.
Is he sick? If he is, then youre gonna take care of him, no matter what he says. You remember the last time he was sick. America put a burger on his head. You didnt really understand his remedy, but whatever it was supposed to do didnt work as he expected.
The door to Englands bedroom is open just a little, but its enough to allow you to see the Brit. Hes huddled on the floor, leaning against his bed, his arms crossed on his knees, resting his head on his arms. Hes got headphones on, the union flag design across each ear, as if hes trying to block the world out.
You bite your lip, wondering if hes genuinely trying to avoid everyone. What could possibly be wrong with him?
This is the point when you open the door slowly, causing him to look open at you. His eyes widen at first, allowing you to see that theyre red and wet with tears, but he turns his head away, resting it back on his arms.
You walk over and sit next to him, pulling the headphones off.
England, whats wrong?
________, just leave me alone, alright? he mumbles, sniffing.
No. Ive never seen you like this. Whats going on? You pause and wait for an answer, but when you dont get one, you say, England. Cmon, I wont say a word. You run your hand down his arm and slip your hand into his, causing his arms to unfold.
Arthur, you whisper. He turns his head to face you at the sound of his human name, looking up at you with a heartbroken expression, but theres also fear in his eyes.
I wont say anything to anyone. I promise, you say. He reaches up with his other hand, clutching yours with both of his. His grip tightens when a rumble of thunder booms through the house, closing his eyes tightly.
_-________... you wouldnt understand, he replies.
You put your arm around him and he shakes as the tears roll down his cheeks.
Arthur, Ill listen and do what I can. There must be something-
You stop speaking when he interrupts. Did he say the thunder?
Hes scared of the storm? You sigh with relief, Oh, Iggy, everyones scared of something. Yours happens to be storms, and thats oka-
He shakes his head, No, its not just a simple fear. ________, I cant
every time it thunders I get really sad and scared.
You frown, listening to his speak. This is something deeper than just a fear. You have honestly never seen him like this before, and its scaring you.
I try to block it out, but I cant
He lets go of your hands and covers his eyes with his hands, gritting his teeth, All I can think of is that day. The day America left me
You cover your mouth with your hand, realising what the problem is. You had heard the story before, of course. The American Revolutionary War.
Hey, Britain. All I want is my freedom. I am no longer a child, nor your little brother. From now on, consider me independent!
I wont allow it! You idiot! Why cant you follow anything through to the end?
Theres no way I can shoot you. I cant
Why? Damn it, why?! Its not fair
You know why
What happened? I remember when you were great.
you pause, trying to find the words, I
Instead, you just wrap your arms around him. He turns to you and presses his face into your neck, letting the tears fall, his arms returning the hug.
________, I cant stand it. Why is it so hard?! he sobs.
Im sorry, England
you kiss his forehead and stroke his hair gently, letting him relax against you. You both stay like this for about an hour, almost in silence, you occasionally whispering comforting things into his ear.
Lets go into the lounge, Ill make you some tea, alright? you offer. He nods slowly and you both get to your feet. He takes you hand and you go through to the lounge, telling him to take a seat as you go into the kitchen. The kettle seems to boil for ages as you wait as patiently as England is.
When its done, you make the tea and take it to him, sitting on the floor next to his armchair so that you can keep hold on his hand.
________, he says, his green eyes focused on you.
Dont leave me alone
You smile gently, I wont.
do you promise?
You lean forward and kiss his forehead again, I wont. Ill stay as long as you need me to.