Hi! first fanfic here, so please review and leave suggestions, also it will be more than one chapter!
Disclaimer: I do not take ownership in hetalia or any of it's characters
It was raining and as the blackness started to creep in he thought of his one and only love. He smiled slightly at the promise he made. " I guess, heroes don't always win.
He let his mind drift back to a time in a happier less war filled time.
It was a young America and he was out side have a pretend war with the toy soldiers he was given by England. It was warm out.
"Why is he late?" America asked out loud but nobody heard him. He heard the gate creep open.
"America sorry I'm late! England looked around the yard, he was meet by a sudden arm full of America.
"Brother! I was worried you forgot about me!" America said. England looked down at his little brother and laughed. America looked at he with a clear confusion.
"How could I forget about you?" America answered with complete honesty, it hurt England to here these words come from his little brother.
"Well your always busy, and you're a big country. England smiled. "someday you to will be a big country and maybe even a big brother."
America was startled " What if I mess up!"
At this England said "of course you wouldn't, you will be a great, strong country." America said
"You think so?" England looked at his charge.
" I know so." America looked up his azure eyes looking up at his big brother his eyes were full of pride.
America was bigger, he was running after England "Yo! England!" He shouted (well that's what England thought it was just America's normal talking voice) England turned around he didn't want to be bothered especially by this git. America tried to keep him and England close friend especially after the revolutionary war. America saw the annoyance on England's face. England saw one of the rare occasions were America didn't have a huge smile on his face.
" What is it America?" America heard the inviting annoyed tone and quickly snatched the opportunity
" I wanted to talk like we used to!" England was amazed at how fast this guy could get a smile back on his face.
"About what?" England asked. "well first I want to make something clear." America said completely serious the smile was wiped off his face not by something sad but rather something important, his blue eyes blazing fiercely.
"If you need an ally, come to me first not your brothers." England was shocked… was America doing this cause his boss told him to?
"My boss has no idea I'm doing this." The American was studying the Englishman's face knowing what he was thinking. England was blow away at America's maturity.
"America, do you want to get a cup of coffee. America was paining himself not to say what he feels for the English nation, Little did he know, England was doing the exact same thing.
The with France was nearly ending and America and England where sitting in a tent with complete and utter siclence. America though did he just say what I think he just said? Had England just said those words America has been wanting to say for a long time. Finally America spoke "Do you mean it?"
England just looked at him. " Of course I mean, you bloody daft git
Why else would I say that I love you?"
America was dumbfounded and instead of respond with words America with actions kissing the surprised brit. "I love you." America confided.