A/n: Just some random sad-ish USUK...its kinda cute and sweet XD Read and review~!
The Englishman carried a tray of soup and breads to his teenage country's room. He was so proud of himself because he made the soup perfect this time,thanks to a few cooking classes.
His little Alfred had been a bit rebellious lately and England wanted to just sit down and have a nice dinner so the both of them could talk. Alfred had said that Aurthur embarrassed him when he gave him a hug goodbye. The teenager said he was too old to have an adult drop him off at school,let alone hug him goodbye.
Aurthur sighed and knocked softly on the door. There were a few shuffling noises then a messy looking Alfred opened the door. He looked angry.
"Hallo, love. I made you some dinner. And I didn't mess it up this time!" Aurthur smiled but Alfred just rolled his eyes.
"Wow. That's so nice of you." The teens voice was laced with a mix of sarcasm and hatred.
"Um...may I come in?" The Brit waited for the teen to move and when he did he simply walked into the room and set the tray down. Baseball cards littered the floor and the teens bed wasn't made. Aurthur smiled at the slight mess.
"Aurthur I want to talk to you." Alfred said,staring at his hands.
"Sure,love. You can talk to me about anything,you know. Im certain I can tell you anything. I remember when you used to hide from me,remember? You'd always hide under your blankets and I use to pretend not to see you. And you'd always call me-"
"Aurthur I want to move out." That sentence made Englands small world stop. He knew this was coming. Just not so soon.
"A-alfred you're only sixteen. Why would you want to-"
"I'm tired of living here. I'm tired of all your stupid rules and taxes. I want to move out." the older man looked devistated. He only thought Alfred was going through normal teenage rebellion. He never thought he'd want to leave.
"W-well...I guess I can't do anything to change your mind. I'm sorry you don't like it here." Aurthur was nearly in tears. He had loved Alfred like a little brother. The teen was the mans best (and only) friend.
"Aurthur please don't cry. I didn't mean to-" Alfred never finished his sentence because Aurthur was already running down the hall to the bigger bedroom.
Alfred had finally gotten up the courage to talk to Aurthur. He walked up to the door at the end of the hall and knocked softly.
"W-who is it?" A soft British accent answered. Alfred could tell the older had been crying,hell even Alfred had cried.
"Its Al." The teen heard the depressed country sigh and unlock the door. It opened a bit and Alfred could see the disheveled Englishman.
"Do you need anything,l-lov- I mean- Al?" Alfred pushed the door open more,surprising England. He threw his skinny arms around the blushing Brit.
"I'm sorry,Iggy. But I have to go. I can't stay with you forever. I hope you understand."
A/n: I hope you guys enjoyed it...sad yes...but there are more chapters to come~!