I own nothing but my imagination

~HETALIA~

I felt it a burning pain in my chest like I had been set alight.

I knew automatically that something was happening in my capitol, something bad.

I didn't want to but I had to I told the men I was going back to the capitol because something was wrong Canada could wait I needed to make that whatever was happening stopped.

It burns I can't breathe.

I arrived in the capitol soon after telling my troups, after using my nation ability to get to my capitol.

What I found will forever haunt my nightmares.

The white house was alight in bright red.

My once beautiful white house now looked like it was bleeding bright red blood.

I was in such shock I didn't feel the pain, not until I saw the man, the one man I never thought would do this.

His short golden hair flew in the wind as he stood in front of the burning building a long black coat flaring out at the bottom making him look powerful even though the last time I had seen him he was the day he looked so defeated.

He turned to me and it felt like time slowed.

He threw out his arms, a smile on his face of someone who wasn't right in the head, and he spun in two complete circles only to face me in the end.

I looked at him in horror

His smile grew wider and he started to laugh, not a low kind laugh I was used to but a harsh cackle that wanted blood.

At that moment everything snapped back into place and I screamed in agony.

The pain had returned and it felt like my whole being was on fire and burning slowly.

His sharp laugh continued but became louder and more insane.

Just before I was going to pass out someone came up behind me and grabbed my shoulder from my place on the ground and put their mouth inches from my ear and said in a low voice that if he weren't so close I would have never heard him

"This is what happens to those who mess with my baby brother."

His voice was rough and thickly accented with a sharp protective tone.

I looked up to see the man walking toward 'him' like a cat struts.

When he reached him he cupped 'his' face in a tender way and before my eyes gave 'him' a passionate kiss only reserved for lovers.

Before my consciousness left me I whispered a barely audible

"England"

And passed out.

The last thing I saw was blood red hair and a demons smile.

When I woke next I was in a bed in a farm house.

The people said they found me passed out in the middle of the ashes of the white house covered in blood from a gash in my chest.

I think on that day my mind blacked that out and altered the memory for many years I could never truly remember that day, not until the day I saw him again, the man with the bloody hair.

The day my capitol burned wasn't the beginning it was the first sign and I really should have never forgotten what really happened.

~HETALIA~

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