Hola!
I... don't think Romeo and Juliet is gonna happen.
-looks outside-
There are some people who aren't very happy about it...
-holds sign that says "WILL NOT WEAR DRESS!"-
-holds sign that says "WILL NOT SAY MUSHY CRAP."-
Yeah...so, I've (kinda) overcome some of my writer's block. (was heart-breaking)
And written a VERY sad/angsty (whatever u call it) fanfic.
I think it turned out pretty well. If my writer's block doesn't kick up again, look out for America's POV ^_^
Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters used in this story and above, nor do i own the series they come from.
*Don't Go*
I stand, facing you.
I am your opponent; you are my enemy.
My hands refuse to cease their trembling.
Is it the cold from the rain? Anger, Fear?
Despair?
My men have all fallen; I stand alone.
I look at you.
You hate me; your blue-eyed stare tells it all.
Stop it.
Your glare pierces my heart, my soul. It rips me apart.
Stop it. I can't take it…
"It's over."
The words flow through your lips and shatter me.
You're leaving. No! Don't go!
Strength wells up inside me of; it fills me up.
I charge, thrusting the point of my gun at your face.
Then I see them: your deep, blue eyes, surprise now occupying the space where hatred once resided.
Why are you surprised? Is it because you thought I'd given up? Or maybe-
I stop, the sharp point just inches from your face.
I hang my head and stare at the ground; I can't look at you.
It hurts.
I've lost…
I lower my gun.
It slips through my fingers.
SPLASH!
I fall to the cold, wet ground; to me knees.
Tears stream down my face. I cannot stop them.
I try to prevent sobs from surfacing, raising my hand to my face. It doesn't work.
Still, they come.
"I-I thought…w-we'd always b-be together…I-"
I love you, don't go.
You take a few steps toward me, then stop; We're enemies.
I don't, can't look up; but I know. I know.
You're looking at me with eyes of pity, nothing more.
I know it's over; it's the end.
Please...please-!
"You used to be so great," you whisper.
Don't go.
That took me like, mmm... about an hour or two to write?
Is it bad? Is it good? Should I make America's POV? I need answers, people! DX
"Oy, tone it down with the melodrama, would you?"
-pops vein- "Oh, shut up, you! Ur the one who was on the ground crying!"
-slams tea on table- "Oh no u didn't!"
"Oh yes I did!"
-charges-
"-chu- -chu- That's enough, okay? Let's stop the fighting and have hamburgers!"
"Whatever u say..."-faints-