Author: Abyss
Claim: America
Character(s): fem!America, England, Germany (implied Germany/fem!America)
Table/Prompt: Angst/Fear
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG
Summary: A series of drabbles (sorry, if I'm not allowed to do this. Couldn't really find a FAQ. Also written for
fandomwords100.) America doesn't like being forgotten. She would be remembered, no matter what.Always, she would watch her older brother fight for the freedom that he so desperately wanted. If not that, he was fighting with France, the bastard. She would always smile warmly, and tell them to shut up. At night, however, she felt the same as always—she feared for her brother, and she feared that one day, he would no longer like her. She dreaded, yet anticipated, the day that he would release her. It finally came that one day, that day she hated yet loved so much. He had released her, but he never really seemed to care anymore.
It was during this first war, the Great War as many called it, that she had managed to repair that friendship between the two of them. She had recently join—Germany was at fault; he could never leave her out of his conflict—and was spending a lot of time with England. Of course, France had to assume things, and now, England won’t even talk to her. He would barely look at her—it looked like he was in pain when he did that. That’s why she hated this, hated joining this war. She could never be close to him.
She held out her hand, smiling warmly at the German right before her. She hadn’t believed in punishment, and she thought that he could use a friend, especially now. She had an ulterior reason, one that she wouldn’t deny—she wanted to see England’s reaction. She wanted him to acknowledge her, and she wanted him to actually say something. Though, she had to admit that Germany wasn’t bad; a bit uptight, but not bad. Maybe, one day, after the mess is behind them, she could become good friends with him. Until then, she was content with having a good friend.
This wasn’t supposed to happen. She wasn’t supposed to be in love with Germany, or vice versa. She wasn’t supposed to have this “Special Relationship” with England, or the UK! She just wanted a bit of freedom, but now, she had to worry about her relationship with Germany. She knew that he didn’t like England, or vice versa, and so she had to worry about them trying to kill each other. She would also argue with England, if only to attempt to get him to talk. At night, she would cry, whimpering when she faced her nightmare of being abandoned.
Germany would often murmur sweet nothings to her, effectively calming her… for a minute. Then the hysterics would start again. As he held her, he could only wonder about what she had to face. Sometimes, he wondered if she would commit suicide, but he shook the thought off—it just horrified him. She would always say that she was dumped by England, something that confused him, but he still held her, allowing her to cry to him. In that way, he understood more; he could proudly say that he understood her. And he was certain that she knew him too.