A Caged Bird Doesn't Sing 2/2
anonymous
February 8 2010, 05:07:36 UTC
I want to possess you.
America pulled him close, nuzzling his cheek and kissing his forehead, beautiful blue eyes shining with love. So much love!
I want to lock you in a beautiful, gilded cage where you’ll never fly or sing. You’ll just be mine forever.
England tried to hold it back, but he choked on a sob in the process. He crawled on top of America, kissing him desperately and crying bitterly. America reached up to thumb away the tears, which only made England sob harder.
But I can’t. I can’t break wings that come to rest so freely next to me.
England took great heaving breaths in a vain attempt to stop his tears, and America by then had wrapped his arms tightly around him to cradle him against his chest. He brushed soft kisses across England’s face, forehead and lips, and murmured “don’t cry, don’t cry” over and over.
Why..?
Why do you love me?He had wanted to break America, make him his again, make him believe that it was a better thing to be, when, all along, America had been ready and willing to freely give his love
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Definitely an 'ouch'. And I enjoyed every bit of it~
He had wanted to break America, make him his again, make him believe that it was a better thing to be, when, all along, America had been ready and willing to freely give his love.
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America pulled him close, nuzzling his cheek and kissing his forehead, beautiful blue eyes shining with love. So much love!
I want to lock you in a beautiful, gilded cage where you’ll never fly or sing. You’ll just be mine forever.
England tried to hold it back, but he choked on a sob in the process. He crawled on top of America, kissing him desperately and crying bitterly. America reached up to thumb away the tears, which only made England sob harder.
But I can’t. I can’t break wings that come to rest so freely next to me.
England took great heaving breaths in a vain attempt to stop his tears, and America by then had wrapped his arms tightly around him to cradle him against his chest. He brushed soft kisses across England’s face, forehead and lips, and murmured “don’t cry, don’t cry” over and over.
Why..?
Why do you love me?He had wanted to break America, make him his again, make him believe that it was a better thing to be, when, all along, America had been ready and willing to freely give his love ( ... )
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Don't worry uk! us will always love you! so stop beating yourself up over nothing!
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He had wanted to break America, make him his again, make him believe that it was a better thing to be, when, all along, America had been ready and willing to freely give his love.
;~; Awesome, anon.
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