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England x Reader ~It Ends Tonight~
"It Ends Tonight" by The All-American Rejects
SONGFIC
(Haha It’s probably sooo not what you’re thinking btw. It has a “happy ending.”)
July, 4th
~~~~
Your subtleties
They strangle me.
~~~~
“Arthur?” ____ asked quietly at the door. “Please, come out.” She stood at the door of my study. I had the door locked and all of the lights off but one measly lamp at the far end of the room. I didn’t want to talk. This is the day that pains me the most. I sat there tears silently streaming down my already tear stained face. I don’t know why this day pains me so much. America wasn’t my only colony that declared independence. Maybe it was because I raised him on my own. He was like my own child. But he left me. Alone. Only _____ saved me. Every year this happens. I know it kills her inside when July, 4th comes around and she sees me like this. Well no exactly sees but hears for I refuse to come out of my study.
~~~~
I can't explain myself at all.
And all the wants
And all the needs
All I don't want to need at all.
~~~~
I wish America never left me. He left me shocked and alone. Nothingness. I never want to live like that again: alone with no one. I wish that I had never met America. Never had raised him. Cared for him. I wish he had never wanted me to care for him. I don’t want the need to want him to need me. (As a parent )
~~~~
The walls start breathing
My mind's unweaving
Maybe it's best you leave me alone.
~~~~
I can hear my breathing: low and shallow. There’s a sob stuck in the back of my throat. I can’t cry anymore. I’ve cried too much. There is nothing left.
“Arthur…. Please…,” _______ called as she tapped on the door again. I heard her sigh. I sat with my back against the door. I felt her slide down and sit against the door, her back to mine. “I know what today is, Arthur. July 4th, right? The day America declared his independence. Wouldn’t it be better if you just forgot? “
“___________.”
“Yes?”
“Please, just give me some time. To be alone. And figure things out. Is that alright, love?”
“Of course. Just call if you need anything.”
I focused only on the downpour occurring outside at the time. Even that seemed so distant while I thought back on that day.
~~~~
A weight is lifted
On this evening
I give the final blow.
~~~~
*flashback*
I attacked him. With all of my power. I don’t care anymore. He chose this but I won’t let him. I stood there alone glaring at America. He stood there with his gun pointed straight at me. The rain came pouring down. It dripped down the faces of both America and I, and those of our troops.
“Hey Britain,” he called out to me in anger. “All I want is my freedom! I’m no longer a child! Nor your little brother! From now on consider me… INDEPENDENT!”
My gaze towards America hardened and I gritted my teeth. I charged at him, rifle in hand. He stared back at me in shock. He dropped down his own rifle for mere seconds before he blocked my attack. His gun then flew out of his grasp and to the cold muddy ground.
~~~~
When darkness turns to light,
It ends tonight
It ends tonight.
~~~~
“I won’t allow it!” I yelled. “Why can’t you follow anything through to the end?!”
I heard one of America’s troops call out, “Ready. Aim!” His men all raised their guns directly towards me.
I had my bayonet pointed at his face: directly between the eyes. America stared at the point.
I can’t do this.
Not to one of my own colonies.
I dropped my gun back to my side.
“There’s no way I can shoot you. I can’t,” I said to him.
~~~~
A falling star
Least I fall alone.
I can't explain what you can't explain.
You're finding things that you didn't know
I look at you with such disdain
~~~~
I dropped my rifle and fell to the ground. I clutched my face with one hand.
“Why? Damn it! Why?!” I called out. “It’s not fair!”
America looked at down at me sympathetically and stated, “You know why.”
~~~~
The walls start breathing
My mind's unweaving
Maybe it's best you leave me alone.
A weight is lifted
On this evening
I give the final blow.
“What happened?” America questioned to me in a rhetorical question. “I remember when you were great.”
I sat there as he left me. Alone. The rain covering my tears.
*End flashback*
~~~~
When darkness turns to light
It ends tonight,
It ends tonight.
Just a little insight won't make this right
It's too late to fight
It ends tonight,
It ends tonight.
~~~~
Midnight.
I peered out from behind the door as I opened it. ______ was standing there smiling at me like nothing happened. She held in her hand a small tray that held two steaming cups of Earl Grey. She ignored my puffy eyes and I opened the door for her to come in.
~~~~
Now I'm on my own side
It's better than being on your side
It's my fault when you're blind
It's better that I see it through your eyes
~~~~
I, suddenly, felt the need to tell her everything: from when America chose me all the way up to when he left. I trusted _______ not to repeat anything. She is the only one I trust. I spilled everything to her. She didn’t look at me sympathetically, really. Just, understandingly. She’s had her fair share of troubles. I appreciate that she isn’t trying to comfort me. I just need to let it out. I need someone to talk to. Someone who will listen.
~~~~
All these thoughts locked inside
Now you're the first to know
~~~~
_____________ , she’s the first one I’ve ever felt I could completely open up to. She probably will be the only one. When I finished explaining everything I heard the rain beginning to let up. ______ pulled me into a tight embrace.
“Oh, you silly Brit.”
When darkness turns to light
It ends tonight,
It ends tonight.
Just a little insight won't make this right
It's too late to fight
It ends tonight,
It ends
~~~~
I clung to her for several minutes. I felt my cold body begin to warm, pressed against hers. I pulled away and looked down at her. It ends now. I’m done being depressed on the 4th of July. I have more important things to take care of: _________.
~~~~
When darkness turns to light
It ends tonight,
It ends tonight.
Just a little insight won't make this right
It's too late to fight
It ends tonight,
It ends tonight.
~~~~
She smiled up at me, knowingly. I felt a small smile pull at my lips. She pecked my nose. I pulled her into my lap as we sat on the floor. I nuzzled my face into hair while she leaned against my chest.
~~~~~
Tonight
Insight
When darkness turns to light,
It ends tonight.
*FIN*
"It Ends Tonight" by The All-American Rejects
SONGFIC
(Haha It’s probably sooo not what you’re thinking btw. It has a “happy ending.”)
July, 4th
~~~~
Your subtleties
They strangle me.
~~~~
“Arthur?” ____ asked quietly at the door. “Please, come out.” She stood at the door of my study. I had the door locked and all of the lights off but one measly lamp at the far end of the room. I didn’t want to talk. This is the day that pains me the most. I sat there tears silently streaming down my already tear stained face. I don’t know why this day pains me so much. America wasn’t my only colony that declared independence. Maybe it was because I raised him on my own. He was like my own child. But he left me. Alone. Only _____ saved me. Every year this happens. I know it kills her inside when July, 4th comes around and she sees me like this. Well no exactly sees but hears for I refuse to come out of my study.
~~~~
I can't explain myself at all.
And all the wants
And all the needs
All I don't want to need at all.
~~~~
I wish America never left me. He left me shocked and alone. Nothingness. I never want to live like that again: alone with no one. I wish that I had never met America. Never had raised him. Cared for him. I wish he had never wanted me to care for him. I don’t want the need to want him to need me. (As a parent )
~~~~
The walls start breathing
My mind's unweaving
Maybe it's best you leave me alone.
~~~~
I can hear my breathing: low and shallow. There’s a sob stuck in the back of my throat. I can’t cry anymore. I’ve cried too much. There is nothing left.
“Arthur…. Please…,” _______ called as she tapped on the door again. I heard her sigh. I sat with my back against the door. I felt her slide down and sit against the door, her back to mine. “I know what today is, Arthur. July 4th, right? The day America declared his independence. Wouldn’t it be better if you just forgot? “
“___________.”
“Yes?”
“Please, just give me some time. To be alone. And figure things out. Is that alright, love?”
“Of course. Just call if you need anything.”
I focused only on the downpour occurring outside at the time. Even that seemed so distant while I thought back on that day.
~~~~
A weight is lifted
On this evening
I give the final blow.
~~~~
*flashback*
I attacked him. With all of my power. I don’t care anymore. He chose this but I won’t let him. I stood there alone glaring at America. He stood there with his gun pointed straight at me. The rain came pouring down. It dripped down the faces of both America and I, and those of our troops.
“Hey Britain,” he called out to me in anger. “All I want is my freedom! I’m no longer a child! Nor your little brother! From now on consider me… INDEPENDENT!”
My gaze towards America hardened and I gritted my teeth. I charged at him, rifle in hand. He stared back at me in shock. He dropped down his own rifle for mere seconds before he blocked my attack. His gun then flew out of his grasp and to the cold muddy ground.
~~~~
When darkness turns to light,
It ends tonight
It ends tonight.
~~~~
“I won’t allow it!” I yelled. “Why can’t you follow anything through to the end?!”
I heard one of America’s troops call out, “Ready. Aim!” His men all raised their guns directly towards me.
I had my bayonet pointed at his face: directly between the eyes. America stared at the point.
I can’t do this.
Not to one of my own colonies.
I dropped my gun back to my side.
“There’s no way I can shoot you. I can’t,” I said to him.
~~~~
A falling star
Least I fall alone.
I can't explain what you can't explain.
You're finding things that you didn't know
I look at you with such disdain
~~~~
I dropped my rifle and fell to the ground. I clutched my face with one hand.
“Why? Damn it! Why?!” I called out. “It’s not fair!”
America looked at down at me sympathetically and stated, “You know why.”
~~~~
The walls start breathing
My mind's unweaving
Maybe it's best you leave me alone.
A weight is lifted
On this evening
I give the final blow.
“What happened?” America questioned to me in a rhetorical question. “I remember when you were great.”
I sat there as he left me. Alone. The rain covering my tears.
*End flashback*
~~~~
When darkness turns to light
It ends tonight,
It ends tonight.
Just a little insight won't make this right
It's too late to fight
It ends tonight,
It ends tonight.
~~~~
Midnight.
I peered out from behind the door as I opened it. ______ was standing there smiling at me like nothing happened. She held in her hand a small tray that held two steaming cups of Earl Grey. She ignored my puffy eyes and I opened the door for her to come in.
~~~~
Now I'm on my own side
It's better than being on your side
It's my fault when you're blind
It's better that I see it through your eyes
~~~~
I, suddenly, felt the need to tell her everything: from when America chose me all the way up to when he left. I trusted _______ not to repeat anything. She is the only one I trust. I spilled everything to her. She didn’t look at me sympathetically, really. Just, understandingly. She’s had her fair share of troubles. I appreciate that she isn’t trying to comfort me. I just need to let it out. I need someone to talk to. Someone who will listen.
~~~~
All these thoughts locked inside
Now you're the first to know
~~~~
_____________ , she’s the first one I’ve ever felt I could completely open up to. She probably will be the only one. When I finished explaining everything I heard the rain beginning to let up. ______ pulled me into a tight embrace.
“Oh, you silly Brit.”
When darkness turns to light
It ends tonight,
It ends tonight.
Just a little insight won't make this right
It's too late to fight
It ends tonight,
It ends
~~~~
I clung to her for several minutes. I felt my cold body begin to warm, pressed against hers. I pulled away and looked down at her. It ends now. I’m done being depressed on the 4th of July. I have more important things to take care of: _________.
~~~~
When darkness turns to light
It ends tonight,
It ends tonight.
Just a little insight won't make this right
It's too late to fight
It ends tonight,
It ends tonight.
~~~~
She smiled up at me, knowingly. I felt a small smile pull at my lips. She pecked my nose. I pulled her into my lap as we sat on the floor. I nuzzled my face into hair while she leaned against my chest.
~~~~~
Tonight
Insight
When darkness turns to light,
It ends tonight.
*FIN*
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I don't own the flashback.
I don't own the pic either.
And you own you since my plan for world domination have yet to be put into motion.
Feedback of any kind except hating is appreciated and let me know if there are any errors.
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I absolutely LOVE this! This was better than anything I could ever write.