Author: I don't own ANY of these characters. This is my first attempt at a fanfic. I guess you can call this a one-shot. It's not that long. I may or may not continue with this pairing. Leave reviews and comments please. :3
England: Arthur
America: Alfred
That's if you didn't know their names already. o.o Hope you enjoy it.
His past always haunted his dreams and mind. Arthur glanced down at his glass of brandy. Brows furrowed into a deep scowl. Alfred's betrayal had scarred him. Every day he asks himself: how did this happen? Wasn't he happy? Hadn't Arthur treated Alfred the best he could? True his cooking was terrible, but that was a trivel thing. They had been close. Why had Alfred so suddenly rebelled against him. . . . And now he has the nerve to act like nothing ever happened!
" Unforgivable!" Arthur growled in his drunk rage.
" What're you mumbling about, Arthur?" came Alfred's voice.
Arthur spun around. There stood Alfred. A McDonald's bag in his arms. His hand went inside the bag. Coming back out with a hand full of fries and shoved them in his mouth. Alcohol going to his head, Arthur smashed his glass of brandy against the wooden table and stumbled toward Alfred.
"You bastard!" Arthur grabbed the bag of food and threw it to the floor.
" Hey! What's wrong with you?" Alfred cried.
" How could you do that to me?" Arthur yelled.
Getting down to his knees, he grabbed at Alfred's pant legs. " Why? Why Alfred? Why would you hurt me like that?" Uncontrollable tears fell from Arthur's eyes.
Alfred stood there. Stunned at Arthur's drunk breakdown. But in his heart he knew it wasn't the alcohol that was making him say this. . .
" Oh Arthur. . ." Alfred kneeled down next to the now sobbing England.
" I-I took care of you so well. . ." he cried.
" I know." Alfred comforted him. " Arthur. . . You have to understand. I grew up. I needed to become independent. I. . . I couldn't continue depending on you for everything. . ."
The two men sat there. Arthur clung onto Alfred's jacket ever so tightly.
" I. . . I loved you though." sobbed Arthur.
Alfred sat there in silence for a while. Then finally he said " I know."
With that, Arthur went into deep slumber in Alfred's arms. Leaving him to ponder. Did he do wrong in getting his independence from England? He asked himself every night that same question.
~ Owari