We're Enemies

England PoV:

You still kept trying to talk to me. You were so annoying. I called you so many names. You said that you were friends with brother, but when he saw me with you, he'd beat me. Tell me to keep away.

You found me on a day like this... He'd hit me again and I was sitting by the lake crying, where I knew he wouldn't find me, where no one would... but you did.
You rushed to my side, your light blue dress swishing behind you.
You looked a girl. A pretty little angel.

I tried to stop my tears but you saw them. You asked me what happened, but I didn't want to talk... I felt so weak, so so weak! ...
"Fran-cis" I managed to mutter your name. Your eyes widened at once. You rushed over and wrapped your arms around me.
I let out a small yelp and started to cry again. That's when you realised... You pulled off my cloak despite my protests, and saw all the bruises on my body.
I tried to cover myself up, but you pulled my hands away and looked at me... you looked almost in tears yourself. I wondered if you really were as strong as you said.

You cleaned each wound you saw on me. I still have the scar from that one wound that wouldn't stop bleeding... You tore off a part of your own dress that you were so proud of to wrap it.

I wanted to return your smile... But brother told me to be careful with the enemy... I managed to mutter some form of gratification...

As I tried to get up and run, you grabbed me.

"At least tell me your name! I can't keep calling you Scotland's brother!"
you said in your annoying croaky voice.

"England. Arthur Kirkland."

"Hello, England. could you tell me why you were hurt so badly?" you sounded a bit concerned.
I wasn't used to concern.

"Nothing you frog! Leave me alone. We're not friends!"

Brother can't be wrong. I ran away, ran as fast as I could. You sat there too stunned to do anything.

We're enemies.