This is dedicated to my very wonderful boyfriend, who inspires me all the time. (He likes yaoi the same way I do) I really hope it comes out well and everyone likes it. Ill update as much as possible.

Title- Stories in the sky

Anime- Hetalia axis powers

Couple- UsXUk (America and England/ Alfred and Arthur

Ps. every now and then I will switch the characters POV's because I like to give a good description of how everyone is feeling and I don't care much for third person omniscient.

The character personalities are pretty much the way they should be but the relationships are different.

Ch1- the Jones and Kirkland families

"My only love sprung from my only hate; too early unknown and known too late."

- William Shakespeare

Alfred's POV

My blue eyes drifted toward the dark night sky as I walked down the sidewalk with my hands stuffed in my pockets. Bright stars dotted the black sky. They twinkled and shined in a way that made them look unreal. Those stars have been there for thousands of years, some for millions even. They've seen the tragedy and beauty of this world and they've seen it all. When you stare up at the stars, you're looking up at the past. If stars could talk, would they tell stories? I thought as my cerulean eyes scanned the star dotted sky. It was a little unlike me to be star gazing but I was on my way home and well….I guess I got bored and stared looking up at the sky.

A few rain drops landed on my cheek "oh" I muttered "better get going" and with that I started to walk toward my apartment. The wooden steps creaked as I walked into the building. I ran my hand along the black metal railing of the stairwell as I walked up to the third floor. Rain was beating against the window when I opened the door to apartment 12. I walked inside throwing my blue hoodie to the carpeted floor. A sigh passed through my lips as I plopped down on the couch. "Natalia" I yelled when I heard the phone ring. "Answer the damn phone"

My little sister groaned and sauntered down the hallway in her usual "I don't wanna" kind of way.

"Lazy ass" she hissed grabbing the phone and hitting the talk button. "Yeah, were fine dad, yeah, yeah, mhm…I know."

I sighed and stood up walking down the narrow hallway and into the bedroom I shared with Natalia, who I called Nate most of the time. Her bed was made as it was everyday, perfect without a single wrinkle in her purple and navy blue comforter and sheets. My eyes shifted to my messy bed. One of my pillows was on the floor beside it and the sheets and blankets were pulled back in a crumpled mess.

"What's wrong Al?" Nate asked quietly in her occasional soft tone.

I sat down on my bed and looked at her where she stood in the doorway. She was dressed for bed, had just gotten out of the shower from the look her wet dirty blond hair. She had it pulled back into a braid and she was wearing a pair of sweat pants and a tank top.

I sighed and looked away from the 13 year old her in front of me "you ever think life was boring?"

She sat down on her bed where it was placed across from mine. "well, yeah I guess. I mean everyone gets bored sometimes right?"

"That's not what I mean Nate, I mean like well….like life isn't worth living"

She raised an eyebrow at me "Alfred you're not sounding like yourself, usually you're a hamburger eaten happy fool, and you can't get enough of your life…now you're saying you don't even wanna live it. What's wrong?"

"I don't know, lately I just feel like there's something missing in my life"

"You have been kind of depressed since Seychelles left you"

"It's not about Seya" I said quietly staring at my hands in my lap.

She looked around "maybe you just feel lonely without your girlfriend"

I looked up to meet her blue eyes "listen Alfred, I may be 13 but I'm pretty smart" she had a point she was probably the smartest girl I knew " if the fact that mom died last month didn't do this to you then losing Seychelles did"

"Maybe your right" I muttered just wanting the conversation to end entirely.

"Try to make up with Seychelles tomorrow at school" she said as she climbed under her covers.

"I probably should" I said standing up "I'll be in here soon. I just gotta go take a shower" I thought back on what my sister had said about mom dying last month as I stripped down and got into the hot shower water.

Mom had died in a car accident about a month ago. Roderich Kirkland was the driver of the other car. As far as I was concerned their family had absolutely nothing to complain about. So what if their car got hurt in the process of things, my mom was dead. Dad made an attempt to sue them but it didn't even make it to court.

Mom's death was never really brought to justice. Ever since I guess it started with dad and moved into me and Nate but we hated the Kirkland's. I felt the hot water run down my cold body. The door creaked open in the living room. Yeah it was pretty loud but what the hell do ya expect? We live in a crappy little apartment complex. It was around 1:45 am which meant dad was home from work.

"Alfred, I told you not to stay up so late on school nights" he called down the hall.

"Sorry" I called back "got home kind of late"

Arthurs POV

I leaned back on the couch in our home library and turned the page of the book I was reading. "Arthur, don't stay up so late" mom called down the steps.

"Elizaveta let him be for now." Dad called from the kitchen.

"He's got school tomorrow" mom said pointedly.

"He always gets there on time" dad replied bluntly.

Francis walked down the steps with his hands on his hips "seriously, just go to bed. Its to late to be awake you have school tomorrow"

I looked at my older brother "Is there a reason you're telling me what to do?"

He sighed "honestly, I think you should go to bed"

"Why?" I asked bluntly.

"Because you're going back to school tomorrow for the first time in almost a month….I know you..." he sat down on the ledge of the couch "I know you miss Peter"

I ignored him as if I couldn't hear him. We all promised never to talk about peter after the funeral. After that damn car accident. Peter wasn't supposed to die he was only 10 years old. I whispered "do you think their sorry?" I bit my lip feeling like I was gonna cry.

Francis said "I'm not even sure they know that Peter was killed"

Anger raged through my heart, they don't know? How the hell could they not know? My little brother was dead and it' was all because of those people. Dad had gotten into a car accident last month…Peter was sitting up front….when the air bags imploded my little brother was killed. All because that stupid woman was a reckless driver.

"Fine" I muttered closing my book "I'll go to sleep" I walked up the steps and up to the second floor of my house. My room was just down the hall. I laid down on my king sized bed and snuggled into my pillow. Stupid….first that woman kills my little brother and then Matthew has the nerve to try to sue. I suppose it was sad that their mother died but….I was always so angry lately about Peter…. I never took the time to realize their pain…..but…even now…I hated their family.