Hey guys~
I hope you all like my first UsUk story, i'm going to try to make this a longish story so be prepared and bear with me!
This chapter was actually finished maybe a month ago but I wanted to finish my other stories first but right now chapter three of Sleeping On The Job is nowhere near done it it kinda feels like a while since I uploaded something so here ya go!
I do not own Hetalia. Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya.
Too Late
Chapter 1: The Proposal
He couldn't focus. England tried his best to distract himself, but it was no use as later he would be at America's house telling him his feelings. At last! It took forever but Arthur now has mustard up the courage. He is finally going to tell that lovable idiot that he loves him! Britain's heart raced at just remembering America's beautiful smile and his sparkling eyes. Just the thought was breath taking to him. Arthur finished of his paper work for the next meeting, brought some roses, changed cloths, brushed his hair and last of all he brushed his teeth. He was ready! He ran out the door and into his car. But before he started the car he thought of something.
"Wait! I need to think of what I am going to say to him. Right, ok, um. Let's see…Ok, America, I—no, I probably should call him Alfred. Alfred, I have something that I need to say so listen you wanker—Uh! I can't say that! Oh god…you know what, i'm just going to see what I want to say when I get there. Yeah…that's the best plan. Here we go!"
And he was of! Not that he could focus on the road that well though. When he thought about what he was doing his foot pressed down on the accelerator. He had a few close shaves but it wasn't that far to America's house. Good thing that he was currently living in England for the meetings.
Arthur's car pulled up outside Alfred's but stayed there a while as Arthur started to quiver. He had to take several deep breaths just to be able to think.
"Maybe I should just forget it and go home… I mean… i'm not even to sure that he likes me the way I like him…" England pondered about that for less than a minute. He was going to tell him how he feels! He was going to finally get the thousand pound weight off his chest! He is going to do this! He was going to hold him in his arms and never let go! And with that fiery determination burning inside of him he opened his car door and slammed it shut.
He almost ran towards the house; but he was able to keep calm and composed as usual. Luckily Alfred gave England a key in case it was an emergency. This seamed as good as time as any. He straightened out his suit and hair, then got the key and opened the door. He started hyperventilating.
Deep breaths Arthur, that's it. Relax. Things will be ok. Right?
He hurried himself down the hall to America's study. He was just about to knock when he heard voices through the door.
"Mattie, I have a favour to ask"
'Oh, so someone's here. Who's Mattie…Oh! It's Can… Canada! I'll just wait till they are done talking' The Brit rationally thought to himself.
"Yeah Al, what is it?"
"Will you make me the happiest nation of all time and marry me?"
"Oh Al! Yes! Of course I will."
"Love you Mattie, so much!"
Arthur could even swear he heard his own heart breaking. He couldn't move. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't think. He couldn't do anything but just stand there holding the bouquet of flowers he brought especially for Alfred. He heard footsteps approaching the door.
He ran. He ran so fast he barely touched the ground. In this situation that's all he could have done. He couldn't just tell him that he loved him right after he proposed to Canada; in his opinion that was wrong. But he felt completely destroyed.
He got back into his car and drove back home wishing that he hadn't fallen for that stupid gorgeous American. Arthur stumbled through his door, dropping the deep red roses on the floor and himself on his sofa. He just didn't have the motivation to move, let alone walk upstairs. He couldn't even bring himself to drink his problems away like he would always do. All he thought about was the fact that America can never be his, that he loves Canada and not him and how much of a fool he was for thinking otherwise.
He cried himself to sleep that night.
Hope that this was good enough for the first chapter and thank you to all who have read this :)
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