Angsty oneshot. You'll all hate me after this ^.^

Don't own anything.

Bitches be jelly.

Enjoy~

/./Gentleman/./

"Honestly America, you're an idiot. What would possess you to attempt to roller skate down the stairs?" England frowned at the blonde as he attempted to splint his broken arm.

Alfred refused to look at his boyfriend, instead looking down at the plain beige carpet.

"Look at me when i'm talking to you, you wanker! Honestly, have i taught you nothing?" England narrowed his eyes at the unresponsive American and stopped making the splint.

"America! Look at me right now! Right in the eyes!" Arthur stepped back and crossed his arms, anger glowing in his green eyes. America was so childish! So unresponsible! He couldn't do anything right, or be mature at all!

"Why?"

That was it. Just the quiet, murmered 'why'. In fact, it was mumbled. But it didn't make England feel bad, no, it made him even angrier.

"Don't mumble your words boy! Of all the things you've failed at, i expected you wouldn't fail at speaking!" Arthur spat at the silent man in front him, anger clouding his judgement. He didn't realize what he was saying- he was just so worried about Alfred all the time,
with his bad economy and everything. Everytime the younger got hurt his heart would stop.

"Look at me, damnit! Look me in the eyes!" England heard his voice crack and felt the tears threaten his eyes. Why did it sting his heart so much every second America didn't look up at him?

"America..." Why did England feel so broken? Why couldn't he just feel anger? Why was there pain and sorrow next to the fury?

"You want me to look you in the eyes..." America slowly got to his feet and turned to face England.

"So i am. Look in my eyes England. Look in them, and look at my tears. Is that why you wanted me to look at you? So you could see the hero cry?" Alfred's eyes, though his tone was challenging, were resigned and brimming with tears. Then slowly... One tear fell over his sunkissed cheek.

And England, furious with himself now as well, snapped.

"Suck it up you pansy! I said nothing bad to you! You're such a bloody child, always needing another Nation to protect you and support you and guide you! Grow up! Just bloody grow up! No one is ever going to even tolerate you unless you start acting like a gentleman, like me!" Arthur finally forced himself to stop, and then realized what he had done.

To America.

To the love of his life.

"Gentleman? Gentleman?! England, you're no gentleman!" Arthur flinched when America didn't use one of his nicknames.

"A gentleman is someone who does not push pain on another!" America's eyes held a fire even the devil would fear. The fire of someone who's heart was broken.

"And you are by no means a gentleman!" At this the dam broke; tears streamed down Alfred's face and he turned and kicked open the door. England flew out of his astonished phase long enough to leap forward and grab America's arm.

The arm that was broken.

The arm he hadn't finished splinting.

America yelped and whipped his arm away, cradling it to his chest. He stared at England, pain and anger mixing in his face.

Then he turned and disappeared down the stairs.

Through the hallway.

Out the door.

And away from England.

"Why?"

That was it. Just the quiet, murmered 'why'. In fact, it was mumbled. But it didn't make England feel angry, no, it made him even worse.

Gentleman.

No, England was no gentleman.

He never was.

~(A/N)~

GO AHEAD AND HATE ME, DAMNIT.

ATLEAST YOU ALL KNOW I'M NOT DEAD.

the-pony-wizard