A/N: This is going to be short and probably inaccurate in some way I probably messed up the other bits about England's past. Feel free to correct me.
Okay, enough of that! Well yes, as you saw by the summary this is USUK with past King ArthurxArthur. I was inspired by
Warnings: very subtly implied sex, switch between nation and human names (please someone notice there is a reason)
He knew.
He knew about England's past almost as well as the country himself, not that anyone else would know that. He knew of his pirating days where he took out Spain's precious Armada. He knew of the early days where he was watched by France and knew of when the Hundred Year War had made their rivalry that much worse. He knew every single thing of England's Empire days. He knew about Japan and England's alliance and knew when it ended. He knew of the Great Game played between England and Russia before the Soviet Union was even a thought in the latter's mind. He knew about when England had become England.
He knew. America knew.
He knew when England's eyes would light up when he was able to talk about this time in history, when he had his first king. He knew when England would sometimes brood about those times while watching the rain from his window. He knew who Arthur thought about. He knew where Arthur got his "human name" from. He knew of one of his best friends, his first King, his first love.
America knew how dangerous it was for Nations to love mortals. He knew England didn't care. He knew England wasn't the only one.
He knew of who England thought of when he came knocking at America's door. He knew the face England would wear whenever he opened the door. He knew that face had nothing to do with the Revolution or Special Relationship.
Those were different faces. Clearly.
America knew what was going to happen that night. He knew as they embraced each other who Arthur's mind was wandering to. He knew as they intertwined in the sheets who the name Arthur was going to cry out wasn't going to be his. He knew the gentle touches and the nips weren't for him.
He knew the next day the other would be gone. He knew life would go on as usual.
He knew about his lunch plans with England and he knew of the fight for fast food that was sure to follow. He knew England would blush at some of the things he would say and he knew the denials England would throw at him. He knew he would insult England's cooking and he knew that these little fights were just part of who they are. He knew they loved one another for just that reason and he knew they had a bond no one could break. America knew, and he knows. He knows he should be bothered but…
He knew that he can't take the place of a first love and he knew he never planned to. He's just glad to fill any place in England's heart. He knows he probably won't admit that out loud.
Looks like Alfred F. Jones knows more than the world thinks.
Ending note: Lame!ending is lame. OTL
Most of this was typed on an iPod so it might be a little weird. Sorry for all the short little fics, I'll try to post something a little longer down the line. I'm planning a longer crack!fic actually. I just have to work out the rough edges. Still a one shot though. orz