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A/N: This is a drabbles collection. Each drabble may or may not be interconnected. Some were written based on prompts given by my friends at LiveJournal, some were just written on spur of the moment kind of thing. The drabbles are all mostly of America/England, but it doesn't mean there won't be other pairings/characters. Anyway, posting this just so you guys know that I am still alive and still working on 4 Minutes' second omake, Carpe Diem Act VII, and If I Tell You I Love You's second story. College kills me severely. T-T

Prompt: W= Whole New World. Hetalia. America/England

For: ExpressoLatte

Rating: PG, for mentions of God

His whole world changed three times since they met.

The first was when he literally stepped his foot on the New World. England would daresay that it was the best moment he had ever experienced in his long and tiresome life as a nation. Not because he gained a colony for his budding British Empire nor it was because he won the battle for the New World against that bloody French frog. He didn't know what the exact reason was, but he knew the moment little America chose him over France, touched his arm and asked if he was alright with his angelic voice, England's whole world changed for the better. Everything he had done since then was for his little America. He gave him everything, everything including his love.

And then there was the time when his whole world changed again. No, it didn't change for the better, it was for the worse. This was the worst change he had ever experienced, worse than when dear Bess died, worse than when he had to go through the Civil War. America had rebelled against him, for independence, for the bloody Revolution. Arthur's heart was broken, broken and trampled, and betrayed, and he knew, America didn't love him anymore. This new world; the world without America for him to love, was literally Hell on Earth.

But God was playing with him, with his mind, his heart, his fate. God had been so cruel with him—or maybe He was blessing him? England never knew—by letting America back into his life. God had been so vicious by letting the ungrateful brat came and saved him in the World War. God must have hated him by making him fell in love again, and again, and again, and again… No matter how many times America had done him wrong, no matter how many times America had broken his heart, no matter how many times his whole world changed, England would always, always, and always loved his dearest America.

England would say that God must have some problem or grudge with him, by letting him entered another new world when America said that he loved him too.

~End~

Endnote: I think I'll be taking requests for short drabbles some time later after I finished all the requested prompts… but if you want to request now, request away. One word prompt and say the pairings or characters that you want (pairings that's a no-no for me: FrUK, RusAme, AmeJap, EngJap, and some more but I'll be dead if I list them all here). I'll see what I can do. Don't expect too much though. I'll only write when inspiration hits me or when I have the time. 8D

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