.:APH Drabble:. Cold Rain

The rain was cold.

For a moment, it was all that was heard on the battlefield. The downpour pounding against the ground with such a rush. The rain battering the soldiers.

America's gun was drawn, he knew exactly what he came for. Freedom was all he desired. England stood in silence as he heard the dreadful words pour from the younger's lips.

"Hey, England. After all, I want freedom! I'm no longer a child, nor your baby brother! I will become independent from now on!" those words were sharp and sincere. They pierced straight through England as he thought of everything he gave him as his older brother. He gave him one thing his brothers never did,

Love.

Anger surged deep within him, and in a rage of fury he charged with his musket in hand. How DARE you! I gave you everything you've needed! I raised you! How can you dismiss it so cruelly!? How can you say such things without the smallest consideration of how I FEEL!?

With such little time to react he placed the musket in front of the brit's for protection. His musket clashed with the America's, England let out a grunt and thrust his musket to the right, throwing America's musket to the ground with a splash on the wet terrain. America could her the shackling of guns behind him as his soldiers readied to fire.

"HOLD YOUR FIRE!" America shouted immediately. The soldiers were confused, reluctant to obey his command. "I said hold your fire!" he repeated, confirming that his order was true. The soldiers lowered their weapons as England stood with a clear shot to his former colony.

As he stood in the rain, it beat against his coat as it sank through to his skin. It was so cold. As cold as America's eyes as he shouted those heart wrenching words just a moment ago. It chilled him to the bone as he stood with his gun just inches away from America's. He looked into the eyes of America, seeing the face of the child he took under his wing for so long. All of those warm memories, such happiness he felt with him.

All of his anger melted to heartbreak. The anguish of having the one person that saved him from his loneliness betray him like this was immense. The pain wretched deep inside his soul, it racked his body with guilt and hopelessness. Never before had he felt such sadness. Tears welled up in his eyes, his gun trembling in his hands as he choked out "I can't shoot you... I just can't... Idiot..." he fell to the ground. The splash of his knees were barley heard over his cries of sorrow. They echoed louder than the raindrops that fell from the sky. "Why? Damn it, why!? This isn't fair..." with his head in his hands the tears streamed down his cheeks like the rain that fell off his face.

With England's shattered image in front of him, America fought off every feeling of guilt and regret. He knew their was no turning back now. "England..." so many words he wanted to say swarmed his mind. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you, I'll come back, I was stupid, please forgive me, Don't cry, I'll come home. Yet with all those words that ran through his thoughts, an ever louder word screamed in his head. FREEDOM. That word stopped all thoughts of retreating now. All he could mutter out was,

"You used to be so great..."