p style="line-height: 24.4799995422363px; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; background-color: #fefefe;" America walked down a small brick path, grinning with the glee of millions of people. His eyes shone brightly, happiness oozing out of every pore. He strolled into a small coffee shop, still smiling. When he entered it he saw something unexpected. The smile fell from America's face faster than he could style="line-height: 1.7em;" / England's eyes flicked down to his cup of tea. America looked out at the trees, not wanting to look at the Brit. The date was the Fourth of July, and they'd met up in this little cafe. America cleared his style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "Uh... So, what're you doing here, Arthur?" He asked nervously. The Englishman bit his lip nervously, as if he was physically stopping himself from blurting out his reasoning. His blank facial expression looked extraordinarily strained. He took a deep breath and opened his mouth. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / Not a single sound came out. England's blank mask fell and he collapsed onto the table, style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "Why did you have to leave me?" He whispered through his tears. "Why did you have to fight? We could be happy, but you ruined it, just like how you ruin EVERYTHING!" He style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "Arthur, be quieter! They're going to get suspicious..." America said,trying to calm England while he gestured at the humans. England stood up suddenly, shoving back his chair, letting it fall backward with a loud, echoing thud. The cafe instantly went style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "Why should I care what these humans think, America? They all should be mine anyways!" England said loudly. America glanced around style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "Are you drunk?" He asked quietly while pulling England out of the style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "Of course not, you little brat! How dare you talk to your superior like that!" America winced but kept dragging England out, finally picking up the Brit to get out of the door. The drunk man spluttered in disgust and tried to push himself away from America's back. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "Let go of me, you stupid rebel! I'll have you imprisoned!" The Brit cried out angrily as America set him down in his car and buckled him up. Using the keys he'd already snatched from England's pockets, America started up the style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "I'm taking you to my house, okay?" The Englishman spat out in shock. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "I'm not going to your house, you disgusting American! I'd rather die!" Even as he yelled, England's eyes slowly started to close. Within five minutes he was snoring. America sighed in relief, wondering what he'd tell the Brit style="line-height: 1.7em;" /br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / When he got home, America put England into a guest room and tucked him into the bed. Then he went to sleep himselfbr style="line-height: 1.7em;" /br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / The next day, England woke up to a massive hangover. He surveyed the room around him and noticed a few small details. First of all, the walls were painted an attractive light blue. Secondly, he only knew of one Nation who'd have an American flag comforter in his guest room. He groaned and slowly stood up, planning to sneak out before America style="line-height: 1.7em;" / At every step he took, he cursed America's old, creaky floors. The loud squeaks would surely wake up the young Nation, right? Apparently not. Even when he got to the end of the hallway, close to the landing, no other noises echoed through the house but his own. He grabbed his keys and shoes and walked out of the front door, the American still style="line-height: 1.7em;" / 'Why was he so kind to me?' England wondered. 'I've been one of his enemies for over half his life, and he's still generous and kind. Why? I ruined his day of triumph and he's still kind. Why?'br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "Bye England!" America's jolted the Brit from his thoughts. The America stood on the porch, eating a burger and waving. The smile on his face was huge, and his eyes shone. England waved back hesitantly as he backed the car up, still wondering about the perplexing man he'd raised./p
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