The sane world that no one understands - Chapter 4

I walked in the ash ground, I coughed from all the smoke still in the air. I couldn't see a thing that was surrounding me. I don't remember how I got here, everything was blank. I continued to walk in the smokey fog till I hit something. It was a building of some sort. I rubbed the brick like wall. I looked up to see several windows, probable a few stories. It was becoming clear of where I am. New York city. But why here? How did I get here? I heard a crash behind me. "Are you okay?" I yelled out, even though I didn't think anyone was there. Things became clearer now. I started to see more broken down buildings. "Why is everything to damaged?" I whispered to myself.

"Because your damaged, America." A British accent called out to me from smokey like fog.

Why him? Why now? "I'm not damaged." I said as I went to run but my body didn't move. I felt like hard cement was keeping me still. I took a shaky short breath knowing this wouldn't go well.

"Don't listen to that Frog face, France. He's just filling your head with nonsense. " The voice was closer then before. It was so closer it was like a whisper in my ear.

"No-o, he isn't. H-he's helping m-me." I stuttered with fear. I finally managed to turn myself around. I was shaking slightly. Facing your biggest fear isn't to glorious you know.

"Like anyone wants to help you." He snapped back with anger.

I squinted, to see him. I barely could see a shadow or an outline of anything in this fog. I stepped forward to the voice.

"Everything is and will be your fault." The voice got louder and closer.

"What do you mean?" I asked as I could finally see an outline of the other. Everything become clear. The smoke cleared in seconds. New York was in total distraction. I teared up instantly to see one of my favorite cities like this. What happened to my New York?

"Your the one that is slowly breaking down, remember?" England than run to me, pushing me up against the broken down building behind myself. He had his one hand holding my wrist and the other holding my neck, slightly choking me.

"Is this wh- why New York is like this?" I question as I tried to breath.

"Your such an idiot you know that! Your so clueless!" He squeezed my neck tighter.

I coughed some before speaking. "Will you stop?" I begged. I just wanted everything to stop.

"I'll never stop. I'm stuck with you till the very end."England said in an aggressive tone.

"End?" I question. "The end?" My voice was uneven as I questioned England.

"When the lights go out in your head. When you say goodnight forever. When you fail as a Country and they have no choice to kill you." His grip got tighter around my wrist and neck as he yelled at me.

"W-what?" My eyes grew wide from the last statement. "They wouldn't do that...Who's they?"

"The other Countries...But, America...They would. They killed me." England tried to make a point but it didn't work on me.

"France killed you, and you weren't right. You wanted to lock me up and torture me for the rest of time. I think they did a civil thing." I said as I looked into England's hard cold eyes. Boy he looked mad. I feared of what he was going to say or do. I closed my eyes as he had a light smirk a crossed his face. But after I closed my eyes, I felt his grip loosen.

"Welcome to your hell America."

I was majorly confused. What? I opened my eyes. The grip was gone. The damaged buildings ... Gone. New York .... gone. I was dreaming again. I rubbed my head in confusion wondering what exactly just happened. Everything seemed to happen to fast.

Canada walked into my room. "Hey...  you've been sleeping for over fifteenth hours."

"Really?" I asked as I still rubbed my head, making my hair messier.

"Yes. Alfred, Are you feeling alright?" Canada asked me.

I shock my head yes. "I'm fine. Just waking up." I said with a fake smile plastered on my face.

Canada then hugged me tightly, almost knocking me to the ground before getting my balance. "I'm glade your doing better." I didn't have to see a smile on his face to know that he was smiling.

I looked to the ground. "I'm glade too." I quietly said with a cheerful tone as I lied.  I looked up from looking at the ground. To see that somebody was standing over the two of us. Somebody that I never wanted to see in this world known as reality. My worst nightmare was now in my dark reality. "England?" I said softly so Canada couldn't hear.

"Welcome to your hell, America." He said as he smirked evilly nodding his head as he knew that he had won this little game of his.