Another drabble! Question - would you rather I update with longer fics every few days - and stop spamming the poor Hetalia fandoms - or keep on posting many drabbles per day, like I am now?
Petitio principii
n. a logical fallacy in which a premise is assumed to be true without warrant, or in which what is to be proved is implicitly taken for granted.
England assumed that America loved him.
And that was where the problem lay. There was no way to prove such a thing, no way to provide empirical data to solidify England's belief. It was blind luck, a 50% chance, England had thought. It was like flipping a coin – on one side was love, on the other rejection – on one side life, the other death. England was a logical nation – fairies and unicorns aside. That was what England had thought.
But he was wrong. The chance was not 50%, because America was not a machine – he was America. He was the high-strung, hyperactive nation that England loved. The probability of rejection was not 50% - it could be anything from 105% to 2% to -58%, because that was just the kind of person America was. He made absolutely no sense – the laws of probability just didn't – or couldn't – apply to him. Logic was warped, and his world was a world where, for all he knew, the earth was flat and light could bend. England didn't know what his chances were before –
but luckily for him, his chances were now absolutely 100% certain.