EDIT: I'M SORRY THAT THE DOCUMENT WENT WEIRD AND THERE WERE LIKE NO PARAGRAPH SPACES. THAT KIND OF FREAKED ME OUT.
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Hello Everybody! It's Pina and I decided to write this because I have family that is in the Military and it's hard to see them go. So I decided to let out my pent up anger in this hahaha~
If you don't like OC's but choose to read this and comment, please give constructive criticism, not flames. :) Flames shall be dowsed in love and acceptance, with a pinch of pizzazz.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, or America. I own my OC. That's it...
Today was the day Julia Jones had been dreading the most. She had been trying to avoid the time and calendars around her, but in her mind, she seemed to count down the seconds until the event would take place. The day her husband, Alfred F. Jones, left for war.
Normally, Julia had a hard time waking up to her alarm clock in the early morning. But today was not any ordinary day, and Julia did not wake up in her usual way. When the blearing alarm startled her from her subconscious, Julia jolted up in her shared bed. Blinking sleep away, Julia rubbed her eyes before shutting off her alarm. A moan next to her brought her attention to the sleeping figure beside her. It was early enough that the sun was barely scraping the sky, the light dimly glowing from behind the curtains. Through the timid light, the outline of Julia's husband briefly unsilhouetted itself on the bed. Julia's dark brown eyes softened as she stared at her lover.
Saliva was slightly pooling in his mouth, and drool was trailing out in an unpleasant manner. Bear-like snores echoed throughout the room, making sleep impossible to succumb to once again. Alfred's wheat colored hair was disheveled, and his infamous cowlick was as prominent as ever. What was visible of his wrinkled night shirt made him look like a slob as the shirt shrugged off his shoulder. The sight made a humorous smile cross Julia's lips. Chuckling softly Julia softly rested her head back on her worn down pillow, scooting closing to her American husband. Alfred's nose twitched and Julia felt him pull her closer to him, his warmth and natural scent seeming to relax her muscles. Julia exhaled softly and nuzzled into his neck. She felt like she could stay there forever, just being in her husband's protective arms. However, reality was loud, and Julia knew it was time to wake up from the dream and face it.
Kissing Alfred's chapped lips, Julia shook his shoulder and beckoned him to awaken. After a moment, cerulean blue eyes blinked open and stared down into her dark ones. Rubbing his eyes, Alfred smiled and kissed Julia's nose before hugging her tightly, burying his nose into her dirty blonde hair. "Everything will be okay." There was no "Good morning" nor "Hello love", just the American's way of showing his comfort.
Julia felt wet tears pool in her eyes as her vision blurred. Sniffing meekly, Julia hugged her husband back, and he in turn held her even more securely. Julia wanted to beg him not to go, but she knew she couldn't ask that of him. She knew that from the moment he had told her he was being deployed to Afganistan. She was going to be alone paying the bills while Alfred was fighting in another country.
Silence filled the room. The only sound was the clock on the wall, ticking away their seconds together and towards the ones where they had to part. Giving a reassuring hug one last time, Alfred removed himself from Julia and left to go get ready for his departure. Julia wiped her tears away with the palm of her hands. It was time to be strong. .
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They sat together for their final time at the departure gates. People passed by without a single glance. The couple had exchanged few words and had simply interlocked hands. They already knew that they loved each other, and they would forever. Even when separated by thousands of miles. Julia glanced at her luggage. Once they had found out the news, Alfred had made arrangements for his wife so that she wouldn't be alone all the time. She was going to be staying with his step-brother Arthur and his wife Victorea in England. She loved her in laws and was happy to see them again, but Arthur too was leaving to fight in Afghanistan six months from then, so it would just be the two lonely wives comforting one another.
Alfred's thumb traced Julia's hand gently with the upmost care. The dark haired female's head rested itself on her blue eyed husband's camouflage covered shoulder. Julia's brown eyes closed as she ignored the buzzing of other people and focused on her husband. The way he always seemed to smile and make her laugh, yet being ever so protective, and the silent understanding that he would do anything for her.
Too soon, a woman's voice droned through the intercom telling that Alfred's gate was open, and it was time for them to part. Dread consumed Julia's emotions. What if Alfred didn't come back? The American stood up, his wife joining him. They stared at eachother.
Taking a shaky breath, Julia smiled at her husband of three years. "I-I love you Alfred."
Alfred's baby blue eyes softened, and he pulled his wife in for a hug one last time, one arm going around to the back of her neck while the other to the small of her back. "I love you, too, Julia."
Once again, the lady's voice told that the airplane was getting ready to depart. The two lovers' embraces tightened on the other. Gulping, Alfred kissed Julia's forehead gently and stared into her eyes. "I...I promise. I will come back."
He stared at her with such determination that Julia didn't hesitate to nod and gave her husband a bittersweet smile before kissing him on the lips. Her arms wrapped around his neck while his went to her waist. They stayed there for a moment before Alfred disengaged himself and picked up his bag.
Kissing Julia's forehead and lips one last time, he smiled and left to the departure gates. Julia blinked hard before biting her bottom lip. "I love you!"
Alfred turned back one last time and gave an ernest smile. "I love you more!"
"I'll love you forever..." She whispered as Alfred's golden colored head was already passed the door. And she meant it. It wasn't the final goodbye. It was simply their beginning.
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I thank you all for reading this. Please remember to check out Dreampainter97 and her stories. She also owns her OC Victorea!
I quite enjoy the way I had America sleep. He seems like the slobber fest kind of guy and they're just such a gross and adorable married couple. I think if I did ship America with any girl from Hetalia it would be Belarus from some cool fan art I have seen. But she didn't fit so don't judge meh.
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