I shouldn't be doing this... I REALLY shouldn't be doing this! First off, I'm relatively new to Hetalia and I've never written a fic for this fandom yet, secondly, it's 4.30am XD Thirdly, I have three other fics on the go at the moment, but to be completely honest... I have to write this. I've had the idea in my head for a while now, and so here it is. I hope you can enjoy reading this *bows* T to be safe and for a bit of language.

Disclaimer: Hetalia is not mine, countries are not mine, History is not mine... yeah you get the picture :P
Warning: Shounen-ai/yaoi is in this fic (USxUK) so no likey no ready, kay :3

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Chapter One- Splendid Isolation

I've always found it stupid, the concept of love. Not just romantic love, but love in general. There was once a time, long ago when I believed that love was this great thing, but due to everything that happened to me when I was created... I quickly gave up on this feeling called 'love'.

It was probably because war was so prominent back then, and because I was new I was an easy target. As a child, I would always be under threat from other countries, always shown hatred. Whenever someone wasn't attempting to hurt me, I was alone. To be brutally honest, I preffered it when I was under attack. At least I got stronger that way. Whenever I was left alone, I cried.

There was no one there for me...

No one cared about me...

Well then, screw them.

That's what I thought. I very quickly learned that this world was a harsh place, and that is when any feelings of love and compassion within me died.

And I thank the Lord that they did.

It's great. Without those needless emotions I've become extremely strong at an impressive speed. It won't be long before I completely dominate the seas, then I will become a superpower, and the whole world will have no option but to hail me and chorus, "Rule Britannia!"

It's these thoughts that spur me on everyday, and in fact I've just gained even more of the seas due to a conflict I've recently been victorious in.

I walk down the cobbled streets of London, my footsteps echoing rather eerily as I make my way to the dungeon. As I take the small key from my pocket to unlock the door, I smile with the sight I am met with.

"Spain... Heh, you were once so powerful and now look at you." As I make my way down the steps towards my captive, he looks up and gives me a look that I'm all to used to seeing: one of complete and utter disdain for me. I couldn't help but get close to him, just to tease him. He attempted to lash out predictably, but the chains around him prevented him from dealing any damage whatsoever. It was so laughable that I couldn't help but let a chuckle escape my lips.

"Dammit! You really don't have a heart, do you eyebrows?" Spain was glaring at me, but I just gave him a look that I'm sure radiated confusion.

"I'm a country, not a human. Why would I have any use for my heart other than to keep me alive? Isn't that what's landed you here Spain? You got too emotional, and made our little fight much too easy. Oh, of course I'm not complaining though, thanks to you I now have control of eighty-five percent of the seas, and it won't be long until the rest is in my grasp as well."

Spain's response to that surprised me, pity was the last thing I expected to hear in his tone of voice. He spoke quietly, with a solemn look on his face which pissed me off. He was supposed to be broken! Yet here he was, daring to take pity on me.

"Listen to me eyebrows, you're existence is pitiful. Just what the hell are you fighting for? You've given up on the emotions that make life worth living!"

"Hah! This coming from you? Look where your devotion to that brat has gotten you!" I gestured to the dingy, dark dungeon he was currently in. He snapped then, as I knew he would seeing as I'd just called someone very special to him a brat.

"Don't you dare call Romano a brat!" Spain struggled against the chains, looking as if he'd want nothing more than to severely maime me at this point. "I don't expect someone like you to understand what it's like to feel the need to protect someone."

"You're right, I think the concept is ludicrous."

"How sad... For me, Romano is what makes me fight, I want to protect him. He is my precious little brother and I won't allow harm to come to him."

I couldn't help but be curious with these words. "What the bloody hell are you on about? That's a load of bollocks Spain! Why risk yourself for a small country like him? It would be so much easier for you to just drop him and focus on yourself! Ever since you became his 'big brother' you've tirelessly fought to protect him, severely damaging your own economy and well being! Just look at you, all bruised and scarred, lying in this dungeon because once again you felt this pathetic need to prote-"

"-It's not pathetic! I would never abandon Romano, even if it would make things easier. I've sworn to protect him!"

I just scoffed at this, "How ridiculous."

"How can you live like this, devoid of emotion? You don't understand just how important someone can mean to you!"

"Yes, that's correct. I don't understand, and I'm glad I don't. I would rather die than become like you. You once were so powerful Spain, you even had your own Empire, but this one little boy has destroyed all of that and caused you to become weak. I will never do anything that foolish."

He laughed then. "Don't worry, there's no fear of that happening! Who one earth would want a heartless bastard like you to be their brother?"

"I don't want a brother," I growled, "I am fine as I am. I'm becoming the strongest nation in the world by myself and not being held back by some snot nosed brat! I would never allow that!"

"Are you done eyebrows? I want to go to sleep so-"

"-Tough luck, I'm sick of the sight of you." I reached down by my left hip, pulling out the small dagger I always kept on me. I could see the panic then, in Spain's eyes. It made me happy. The once proud country closed his eyes in anticipation for the end, the last thing he said was, "I'm so sorry, Romano. Please be safe."

Anger. Hatred. Fury.

How could he still be thinking of Romano at a time like this? How is it possible to care for someone so much? This concept is so strange to me, and it annoys me. But that's what I don't understand, I like being on my own in splendid isolation, but a small part of me... a small part of me wants to understand these compassionate feelings. A small part of me almost wants to have someone special that I can protect, and have a true reason for fighting.

However, that really is just a small part of me.

The rest of me just raised my hand, all to willing to plunge the sharp dagger into the pathetic man before me who was still praying for Romano. My hand moves like lightning, one rapid swipe.

The chains fall off. I cut through the rest as well, cursing myself. There was a look of pure confusion etched on Spain's face then. I just explained the situation in a monotonous voice.

"I got what I wanted, control of the seas. I have no use for you now, and killing you would be a needless waste of energy. Now get the hell out of my sight you wanker."

I didn't even wait for a reply, ascending the stairs swiftly to head back to my house. There's no doubt in my mind that Spain will go rushing back to Romano, even though he's in such a poor condition.

Why? I am not a human, neither is Spain, and yet there he was praying for Romano. Shouldn't a country have it's own interests at the forefront of everything, why get tangled up with others?

It's stupid, love is stupid.

At least I won't ever be making that mistake. I will become stronger and more powerful, I will dominate the world.

As I finally make it back to my house, I see the light is on. Making my way into the living room I see the captain of the navy sat down.

"Ah, England. I just came to tell you that the ship is ready to depart for tomorrow."

I can't help but smile at this. "Excellent, by the end of the month I will have increased my magnificent Empire further. Tomorrow we shall set sail for the New World and conquer it."

The New World, America. That is my next target, and nothing shall stand in my way!

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Okaaaayyy, so... yeah "n.n
I plan on basically revealing their whole relationship from the very beginning, explaining all the different feelings and such. I imagined England to be kinda cruel at the beginning, after all he was a pirate XD Don't worry though, our usual tea loving gentleman will arrive soon enough :D At the moment this is written from England's POV, but some chappy's will be from Amerca's as well as some being in third person... it'll all make sense later :) So I hope you'll stick with this story and watch it grow, thank you so much for reading~
Please review cuz they make me super duper happy ^_^

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