Okay so I've been meaning to write a one-shot for this paring for a while, because I love it. I wrote it at like 9:13 pm, so here u go:
Parings: USxFem!UK, One-Sided FrancexFem!UK
"Just normal talking"
'Thoughts'
Author Notes
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia.
~England POV~
The British country sat on a bench in the rain, in the heart of London.
'Really, why was she here?' She thought. She could be inside, dry and drinking tea, rereading a famous novel.
But it was his birthday.
America's birthday.
So she was here, sulking under an umbrella in the rain. Her green eyes flickered between citizens, men running home from work and children playing in puddles, still sulking over a war that she had lost before it even began.
Then someone sat down next to her. 'Go away.' She mentally said to the newcomer, but knowing to not be that rude to her citizens.
"Hey."
England looked up, knowing her people didn't have that accent. And there sat America.
'Oh bloody hell, any other day of the year he could choose to just show up and she wouldn't care, or just be mildly irritated, but he just had to show up today.' She decided to voice her irritation.
"Shouldn't you be in your country, gloating and setting fire to things?"England grumbled. She watched from under her bangs, hoping he thought she was just looking at the ground.
The American country watched those same children playing,"I wanted to talk to you and you wouldn't return any of my calls." He returned with a shrug.
Of course she wasn't picking up any of his calls, plus she left her phone in her apartment. England didn't respond.
"So you obviously aren't going to talk to me, but thats okay, you just need to listen, Alice, can you just listen to me, please?" He asked, looking to her, she quickly looked to the children.
England had been in his presence for 5 minutes and he hadn't said any rubbish about heroes or hamburgers, or insulted her. He either was serious, or was messing with her. "Fine."
"I'm sorry."
England blinked,'He didn't just say that seriously.'
"Pardon?" She asked, looking at him. He had his hand in his pocket and the other holding an umbrella, watching those kids.
"I mean, we joke at meetings and you make me translate Francis's insults, then my birthday rolls around we spend the rest of the year rebuilding a relationship we already had. So if I have to apologize to make this stop, I will." America finished looked over at her, England stared at him, then looked at the puddles at her feet.
They were quiet for a minute."You're not the one who should be sorry."
"Wait, wha-"
"You aren't the one who should be sorry." She said a little firmer. Tears began to run down her face softly, England wished she didn't have an umbrella and the rain would have hid her tears from him. "You told me it wasn't fair to your people. Anytime I came, you told me, and you warned m-me. And I didn't listen. And y-you were right." Her voice was cracking with emotion.
America wasn't talking so she went on. "Then you declared your independence, and I fought- I fought a bloody war and I killed your people for telling me something wasn't fair. So if anyone should be apologizing, it should be me. Not you." England was sobbing now.
Just like she did 240 years ago. She dropped her umbrella, it tumbled to the ground like his gun did then.
History really did repeat itself, she had gone through enough to know how true those words really were.
Then he hugged her. She could tell he was crying too, the way he was hugging her so tightly and burying his face in her wet hair. And she cried in the rain with him. One thing was different, he was with her now.
~France POV~
France stood out in the rain watching from behind a lamppost. He had been there 20 minutes before America had arrived and sat on that bench beside her. How England didn't notice 2 nations crossing her borders, he didn't know.
But he had tracked her down to this spot, in the heart of her country. France knew exactly how upset, depressed, angry, guilty, well, he could keep going for a while about all the things England felt on the 4th of July. So he was going to go and tell her it was okay, and he was going to let her know he was always there for her.
Yet their centuries of war with each other caught up, and he hesitated. Then America swooped in and did just that instead.
He was the country of love, and knew it when he saw it. There was no other reason America would fly across the world to apologize to England other than that.
'30 minutes earlier.' Would it have even changed anything? Would she still have chosen America over him? Well France didn't know those answers, and he never would. Now he would have to live with the facts now.
England no longer belonged to him.
Who was he kidding?
She never did.
'Bravo, America.' France thought, turning away from the two English nations together in the rain.
'For you have won her heart.'
