A/N: Another songfic! I'm on a songfic kick at the moment...

US/UK. Basically, I heard this song and thought of how I read somewhere that England was married to Scotland or something, and then thought of America and the US/UK blinded me.

I might do Poland/Hungary for this one, too. I dunno.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Hetalia or its various nouns, nor do I own Good Charlotte or their song Where Would We Be Now (or any of their other songs). I do own a copy of the CD it's on, though...

WARNINGS: YAOI!!! I LOVE YAOI!!! ... Sorry. Going without internet for a week really makes you appreciate the yaoi things in life. :P And it's a bit OOC. I think. *shot*

As of now I am taking requests for anything that doesn't bother me (and I'll tell you if it does; hell, I'll probably write it anyway) because I get really bored.


I smile you laugh I look away
I sigh you ask me why I say
"It's ok and I'm just feeling down"

America smiled as England laughed. He loved the sound. Still, he was a bit too depressed for his usual high spirits. America sighed and immediately England asked what was wrong.

"It's okay," he said with another small smile. "I'm just feeling down."

Your hand on mine I hear the words
If only love had found us first
Alas they would be different

England held America's hand and said those words. "I love you, Alfred."

America sighed again. "If only love had found us first, huh?"

So I stand and wait
I am just a man

But America loved England too, and until England could break it off with Scotland, he was just glad to be with the shorter Nation. He would stand and wait. Even though he was a Nation, when it boiled down to it he was just a man. And a man couldn't change History, no matter how much he wished he could.

"Oh where would we be now baby
If we'd found each other first?"
America asked.
"Where would we be now baby?"

"We would still be right here," England answered. "We'd be sitting in the bloody park exchanging 'I love you's like a couple of teenagers.

And now I must confess
That I'm a sinking ship
And I make it by
The weight of my heart
Cuz it's filled with these feelings

Alfred's heart felt heavy, filled with so many emotions. He felt like a sinking ship. Of course, he preferred planes. But if he felt like a plane he would be happy.

But I keep my true thoughts locked
Inside my heart's black box
And it won't be found
It won't survive
Through the smoke or the wreckage

They both had so much going through their heads, but they kept silent, sure that it would upset the other. England was afraid that he couldn't get rid of Scotland; America was afraid that he wouldn't. But they kept these thoughts locked deep within their hearts, so even if they were burned to the ground their secrets would remain safe, buried in smoke and wreckage and ash.

So I crash and burn
I got a lot of things to learn

America actually did feel like a plane, he decided. One that crashed and burned. It didn't just blow up – that wouldn't be torturous enough. He knew that he had he had a lot to learn. Apparently patience was one of them.

Oh where would we be now baby
If we found each other first
What would you do now darling
If I said these simple words
I'll wait I'll wait as long as you want
But where would we be now baby
I'll wait I'll wait
But where would we be now baby
If we'd found each other first
What would you do now darling
If I said these simple words
I'll wait I'll wait
As long as you want
But where would we be now baby
I'll wait I'll wait I'll wait I'll wait

"Hey, Arthur?"

"Yeah?"

"I'll wait for you, you know," he told England quietly.

England smiled and kissed him. "I know."