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America let out a yelp in surprise when England grabbed his neck. He stood there frozen while trying to breath in some air but nothing came. He could barely hold on any longer but soon felt England's hand drop away. America fell to the ground in coughs and gasps trying to get his breath under control. He rubbed his neck looking up at England from the ground. "Iggy..." he choked out in a whisper seeing his eyes were that beautiful green again.

England shook, from pure disgust o himself, wining America would just kill him now.
"I'm sorry I'm so sorry got da** Alfred so sorry.." He muttered, tears sliding down his cheeks. He didnt want to hurt America again, and he wanted to just die, just lay there and torture himself for what he had done.
"I can't..please..." He begged, he pleaded for the younger country to end him.

America stared at England for a long time wobbly sitting up. America didn't know what to say or what to do... He kept staring at England while tears started feeling his eyes again and bit his lip making it bleed. He then looked down at the floor shaking his head slowly. He couldn't do it... Then being his stupid self he went over and pulled England into a big hug not caring if his eyes changed or what and tried to kill him again. "Arthur.. I just don't know what to do..."

England clung to America, wishing would all just go away.
"You do know..you need to kill me Alfie.." He wumhimpered into America's shoulder, angry at himself for trying to murder his lover.

America sighed out a shaky breath hugging him a tighter. "I really don't know how I'll be able to hanlde it but if you truely- like truley want me to.. I-I guess.." he said trailing of at the end. "But... please not at this secound," he said quietly.

"Now America I-..I'm...going..." England said, the ending of his sentence getting quieter. He stiffened, then began hugging America tighter, until it began so tight. He kept holding him tighter, and tighter, as if he were trying to crush him in his own arms.

America blinked when he felt England hug him tighter and smiled slighty. But then he kept hugging tighter, "England?" he said in wonder. Then it started to hurt and couldn't breath as well. "Cra* England let go!" he tried pushing away but England had a tight grip on him. From were he was he couldn't see England's eyes but knew they had to be red.

A cruel grin spread over England's face, and he stoo with amazing speed, pushing his got onto America's chest, pinning him to the ground.

Pretty much before America could even move England had him pinned down. He coughed and blinked in surprise looking up at England and didn't even think about moving at the secound. He stared up at England with wide eyes and mumbled, "England..."

"America..you'll make a great addition to our team.." The possessed country mused, outrun more Pressure on America's chest. Once again, just before killin him his eyes flick green and he stumbled backwards, shivering in fright.
"Oh god Alfred.." He muttered, standing quickly and looking around for a gun. He spotted one and snatched it up, handing it to America.
"In..the head. Please." He begge.

America winched in pain when England pressed harder down on his chest and almost let out a cry of pain but then he removed his foot. America got up chest acheing and coughed a few times and weakly stood up, not sure if he could take the pain much anymore. Then he saw England grabbing for a gun and gasped but saw his eyes back to green and relaxed just a little. But then he gave it to him telling him what to do. "Wait what? No! I-" he said staring at the gun in shock. He looked back up to England then down at the gun.

"Alfred." England said sternly, kneeling down and taking the gun into his own hands as he repositioned it. He kissed America lightly, just as a distraction and he pushed the gun into his own chest.
"I love you.." England muttered, before pullin the trigger. He shuttered atthe pain and sat back, gasping for the air that would never come, blindly gripping at his chest. Black specks invaded his vision, and he grunted, a small drop of blood running down his chin.


((I'll change this if You want))

(Omg... it's fine haha mehe god I almost cried XD sooo is Iggy dead now?? Shpould the dream be over or keep going idn... XD)

America blinked when he took then gun but paused when he kissed him. Then that sicking sound filled the air. He stood there frozen while watching his friend dying before him. He felt helpless.... not a hero. Just before England could fall to the ground he caught him now finding himslef blind by tears. "It's not to late! I can fix this! I'm your hero, I have to fix this.." he yelled said yanking off his bomber's jacket and rapping it around England's wound, barley able to control his arms from the pain of losing him. "No.. no.. dam*** no.." he said cradling England in his arms while he couldn't stop shaking. He felt so weak and helpless.. nothing he could do.. "Please.. no... I love you.." he mumbled between sobbs.

((I think he should wake up in the next post with Iggy beside him :3))

England reached up weakly and touched America's face.
"I love..you too.." He stuttered painfully, before black spots clouded his vision. Al the pain went away and he fell limp.

(That's so what I was thinking too XDD)

Back to Reality:

America bolted awake and sat straight up screaming, "England!" while tears started pooring out of his eyes. He clutched onto whatever he could find. "OHmygodyoucantdieimmaafreakingherohowwillileavenowifyoudieimmagoingtokillthatmonster..." and he went on and on and on in tears while clutching the living soul out of the thing he was holding. (Haha hold about that thing was England.. XDD)