((Ok tehy *snif* :c ))
Britain gently shook the man, he gulped, "China..."He said lightly touching the mans throat to get his pulse, cold, that was all he could feel, tears stung his eyes and his head slammed into the floor in a crumpled mess, not one thing could have hurt the Britain more then the pain of losing a colony, not to mention his friend. He was wracked with sobs and he trembled, "C-China!"He screamed out in the floor.
America's eyes went wide, tears streaming down his face,"C-China!?"He cried as knee's went wobbily, his stomach made him sick, he wanted to throw up, but slowly he stood up tears locking him in pain, he walked over and picked up the mans body cradling it,he sobbed wracked and trembling like Britain, "I'm so sorry..."He sobbed as he walked over to the closet and grabbed a thick coat putting it over China, he didn't care, he was going to bury the man himself, no matter how much it hurt. He walked out the door into the freezeing rain and started to tredge towards China's house, madly he was screaming now, "I'll kill you! YOU HEAR ME YOU F****** CONFEDERACY! I'LL TEAR YOUR HEART OUT!"He screamed into the air, he trudged through the storm Britain sobbing as he followed. He panted as he got to the front of the China mans house, slowly he watched Britain dig a hole, he layed China in and quickly grabbed the mans favourite plushie. He layed the kitten down in the mans arms closing them around the cat, slowly they closed the hole, and America sat down, his hands trembling as he held a slate in his hands and carefully with each trembling sob wrote what he had to:
Wang yao, China.
To our best friend in the world, to the loved ally, to the man who died by America's hand.
We'll miss you...
America, Britain, Japan and everyone who ever cared.
I'm sorry...
"Kitty,aru!"
America's hands trembled as he wrote it, then stuck it at the top of the small grave they dug, and so, Britain and America sat down, each one crying into eachothers shoulders. America was more a wreck, sure, he had injured men, but never, had he ever had blood on his hands, soon Canada had joined them dragging his legs in all his pain. All the American could cry and wail over and over was, "It should have been me! I'm sorry!"That's all he said between harsh sobs, now he more then hated the confederacy. But he knew he had to bring himself to kill the man... If only for China. His voice resounded in his ears like a painful echo that made his head hurt. It was the great depression all over again and that meant his economy was going to go down, he would go broke. But it was all too painful it was all to upsetting. He didn't care, he didn't want it to end up like this... He wanted them to all be happy, if it weren't for the f****** confederacy.
((This post made me sad :'c))








