Flashback:
America: Im not a child anymore. Im not even your brother! From now on, I am independent!

America: If you are going to shoot... its fine.

England: As if I could shoot, idiot... [bad word] .. Why? [bad word] it... I thought we would always be together...

America: My current self is the my [bad word] self.

England: I wonder What should I give you?

America: Didn't you mention I can do anything I want?

Young!America: Is this for me?

Young!England: Yeah. Open it and see.

Young America: Uwaaaa! Toy soldiers! This is amazing! Everyone has different faces!

Young!England: Because its custom made.

Young!America: Is it really okay for me to have this? Thank you, England!

Young!England: Its okay, so take good care of it.

America: Un! Huh? England, your hand is hurt?

England: Ah, no, this is... Im totally fine! It doesnt hurt at all! Nn...

England: ...I love you. I do not know when it started...

America: But, if you're with me... do you feel hurt?

England: Ah...

America: How should I call you?

England: Ah.... Ah... No...

America: I... love kisses. (Kiss)

England: Ah...

America: Hey, look at me. Are you still afraid of me? Aren't you able to forget those stuffs?

England: Ah... Such places, the fingers... No... Ah...

America: It's still not wet inside. If [bad word] in roughly, it will hurt.

England: I don't mind it rough... just steal every part of me.... Ahh! Ahhh!

Young!England: America, were heading back.

Young!America: Yeah!

England: Ah... (Inside my body... it's melting gradually) What's the matter with me?

(Flashback, in the rain)

America: Im sorry... For up to now... thank you.