I noticed that Hetalia has some sad moments so this came into my mind. Enjoy!

America stared at all the handmade soldiers for the umpteenth time since he tried to clean his storage and sighed.

"Guess I can't help it." He went to buy some paint, making sure to get the exact same colours. Then, he proceeded to paint them. When he was done, the soldiers looked exactly like when England gave it to him. Yes, these dolls were given to him by England, his older brother. Tears welled up in his eyes as he clutched the dolls tightly to his chest.

"Igirisu-nii-san…" He looked around his house sadly.

"Lithuania used to live with me until Russia took him. It's kind of lonely." His eyes snapped open. Lonely? He looked down at the dolls in his hands. Come to think of it, England was always alone, wasn't he? I wonder if he is still alone now. He closed his eyes as he remembered England's sad look whenever their meetings end, his nostalgic look whenever he sees him and his sad smiles as he looked at the sky. He still is, isn't he? He looked at Tony.

"Tony, I left England a long time ago. I claimed he wasn't my brother. Do you think I hurt him?" The alien looked up at him.

"Somewhere deep in my heart, I still accept him as my brother. At that time, all I could think of was my own independence and freedom. I never thought about him even though he was the one who raised me. I'm so selfish, aren't I?" The alien just continued to listen.

"What should I do now?"

"Fucking… Fucking… Bitch… Fucking… Bitch…" (I don't know. What do you want to do?)

"Eh? Well, I want to make up with him. I want to apologise to him. I want him… to know that he will always… and forever… be my… brother…" America sniffed as the tears continue to fall.

"Bitch… Bitch… Fucking…" (Then you should tell him.) America shook his head.

"I'm sure he won't forgive me. I hurt him so much." Just like that, they went back into the house. Then Tony held out a horror game to him and they both played. As he slept that night, America dreamt of the day he left England and how England broke down in front of him.

America's dream

America stared at his older brother as he continued to cry in front of him. He felt his heart break at the sight. You used to be so big. But now…

"No! I don't want you to leave! I'll be lonely in this big house as by myself!" America shook his head at the memory.

You will be lonely in that big house by yourself! America looked around.

"Who's that? Show yourself!" He looked around.

But England doesn't have friends. Only enemies. The voice of his young self continued to ring in his head.

"I-I know that…" America looked down at the crying England.

Then why did you leave him all alone?

"I-I…"

He only has you, but you left him alone. He raised you, but you tried to fight him.

"I-I only…" He thought back to the time England invited him out for a drink but got drunk and cried about his ungratefulness.

You were selfish. You thought only about yourself.

"N-No! That's not right! I was…"

You didn't care about him.

"No! I do!"

You hate him.

"No, I don't!"

You hurt him. You traitor. You traitor. Traitor. Traitor.

"No! I only… I was just-! NO!"

End of America's dream

America shot up from his bed, sweating and panting.

"E-England…" He jumped out of bed and got dressed. He then ran out of his house crying.

"England!" He ran all the way to England's house and pounded on the door.

"England! England! England!" Suddenly, the door flew open.

"What?! It's like 2 in the morning and here you are shouting and pounding at the door! What the hell are you thin-!" England shut his mouth and his gaze softened the minute he saw America in tears.

"America? What are you doing here? Why are you crying? What's wrong?" America stared at him in tears for a while before hugging him tightly.

"What happened, America?" England patted America's head trying to soothe the crying man.

"I'm sorry, England! I'm so sorry! I was selfish and thought only about myself! I didn't think about you at all! I'm so sorry!" England smiled sadly.

"What are you talking about? I already forgave you a long time ago."

"Don't hate me. I didn't mean what I said that time."

"How could I? Even if you deny it, I'm still your older brother."

"I won't deny it, England. You will always and forever be my older brother, Igirisu-nii-san." England held his hand.

"I see. I'm glad to hear that. You're the only one I have, America." America nodded, still crying with his head buried in England's chest.

"Can I… Can I sleep with you tonight?" America asked, his voice just barely louder than a whisper.

"I guess it can't be helped. Ok then. Come in." England led America into the house and onto the bed. America immediately snuggled close to England.

"How long has it been since we last slept like this?" America asked as he sighed contently.

"A long time. Good night, Alfred."

"Good night, Nii-san."

Omake

"Man, you're too old to be wetting beds, America!" England complained as he dragged the bed sheet that wrapped their pyjamas to the washing machine while America followed behind.

"I'm sorry, Nii-san."

Ok, done! How was it? My first Hetalia fanfic!