Hello there! It is I! I know you are all waiting for an update to TSU, but due to the amount of one shots that are stuck in my head is halting me from being able to focus. So over the next few days/weeks expect to see several one shots as I empty my head enough to get back to TSU.

So here is the first one. This is about the Hillsborough Disaster and the recent verdict given. The Hillsborough Disaster has had a massive effect on British football, and is always in the minds of the British people.

If you want to know more about the Hillsborough Disaster, then please go look it up. I have tried to get as much information as I can into the story, but as it is only a one shot I have had to gloss over a lot of the details.

So please read, and I hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia. I wish I did, but I don't.

It was another normal World Meeting, held in Britain. The countries had descended into bickering ad fighting again. Germany had yet to lose his temper, mainly due to the fact that he was trying to wake Italy from his siesta. Something he was failing to do. England was in the midst of telling America off for stuffing his face as usual, when his phone buzzed informing the Englishman that he had a text England pulled his phone out and saw it was from his boss. Wondering why his boss would text him in the middle of the meeting England opened the text. He read the words and his eyes opened wide in shock. He dropped the phone on the table, the clatter attracting the attention of the nations closest to him and buried his head in his hands.

France came closer with a frown on his face. "Mon petite lapin, what is wrong?" He asked, worried by the Brit's sudden change in mood. The only response he got was England pushing his phone towards the Frenchman. Now thoroughly confused, France picked up the Englishman's phone and read the text that was still displayed on the screen. It contained only three words. '96 unlawfully killed.' France looked at the text trying to work out what it meant and why it had affected England in this way.

"Yo, Iggy dude, what does '96 unlawfully killed' mean?" A loud American voice called, thus catching the attention of the rest of the nations. America was behind France reading the text over the French nations shoulder.

England slowly raised his head and the other nations were shocked to see tears on the Englishman's face. "It means a great victory for my people." England said. At the confused looks he was given he said one more thing. "And the victims of the Hillsborough Disaster."

Understanding dawned on the faces of several nations but others looked confused still, most notably America who scratched the back of his neck. "Yeah, still got no idea what you are talking about there Iggs."

France shook his head at the North American nation. "Do you really take no interest in the affairs of your allies and fellow nations?" He scolded.

America looked hurt and opened his mouth to retort when a German accented voice cut across him. "Enough. We need to get this meeting finished." Germany said in a no nonsense tone.

England cleared his throat and wiped his face. "Of course Germany, pardon my intrusion, please continue."

Germany nodded to the Brit and then called the next speaker forward, ready to get the meeting back on track.

Several hours later Germany called the meeting to end for the day. Several nations cheered loudly and started to shove papers haphazardly into bags and briefcases so they could get out of the conference room faster. Others joined friends and family, chatting happily about plans for the rest of the day. England remained in his seat for a few minutes, packing his notes away in his briefcase slowly. He had a soft, sad smile on his lips as he stood, taking his jacket off the back of his chair and slipping it on. As he picked up his briefcase he was joined by America.

"So dude, you going to explain this Hillings Disaster thing to me?" America asked.

"It's Hillsborough," England corrected, "and did you actually want to know or are you just asking because it's what is expected of you?"

America looked down and scuffed the toe of his shoe against the floor. "I wanna know. Cause it is obviously important to you. So as your brother it is important to me too."

A gentle smile crossed England's face for a moment. "Alright, why don't you come to mine for dinner? Then I will explain it to you."

America's face lit up and he nodded enthusiastically. "Alright! I'll be round by 7 Iggy!"

England sighed. "Don't call me Iggy."

America just laughed as he ran from the room. "Laters Iggy!"

England grumbled good naturedly to himself as he buttoned his coat and made his way out of the room. He was joined by France as they strolled down the hallway towards the exit. There was a silence between the two nations as they walked content to simply be in each other's presence without their usual teasing and bickering. England knew it was the Frenchman's way of showing support and he was grateful for it. They continued on in silence until they reached the exit. There was a crowd of nations at the door, all of them looking outside in dismay. France looked over the heads of the crowd and sighed in exasperation.

"What is it Frog?" England asked. "Why has everyone stopped?"

France turned to his shorter neighbour. "It is because of your terrible weather." The Frenchman explained shaking his head.

"What on Earth are you talking about?" England asked.

"It is snowing! At the end of April!" France said exasperated. "It is spring, not winter!"

England shrugged. "So it's snowing. What of it?"

"It was sunny this morning!" China interrupted. "No one expected this." It was true. All of the nations gathered in the doorway were wearing light coats and none of them had umbrellas.

England just laughed as he pulled an umbrella out of the pocket of his coat. "You should all know how unpredictable my weather is by now." When all the nations glared at him England pointed to a nearby cupboard. "Luckily I was prepared for this. You will find umbrellas and a selection of warm coats in there. Good day everyone." With that the Brit walked out into the snowstorm, laughing to himself.

England was sitting in his living room reading and drinking tea when an insistent banging sounded on his front door. England looked at the clock, which read 7:15pm; he got up, shaking his head. America was always at least 15 minutes late to everything. England marked his place in his book then walked to the front door, opening it to reveal a grinning America.

"Hey Iggy! What took you so long to open the door?" America asked as he barged past England into the hallway.

England closed the door after the American. "First, my name is not Iggy. Second, it is rude to barge into someone's home without permission; and third, take off your shoes before you ruin my carpets." England reprimanded softly.

America grinned sheepishly and took off his muddy trainers. "Sorry dude."

"That is better." England said as he led the way to the living room. "Can I get you a drink?"

America threw himself down on the sofa. "I would love a coke." England gave a soft nod and went to the kitchen, returning with a glass of the desired drink. After handing it to the American nation, England sat in his armchair once again. They were silent for a moment before America spoke up. "So... Hillsborough." He said looking at the bushy browed Brit. "You said you would explain."

"Of course." England said looking at his mug. He took a slow sip, and then lowered his mug to his lap. "The Hillsborough Disaster is what we call the worst football disaster in the world. It happened in 1989." England took another sip of his tea. "I was there that day. God, I wish I wasn't."

America was uncommonly silent. He could tell this had a big affect on England, both man and nation. He waited for a moment then spoke. "What happened?"

England cleared his throat slightly. "You remember in those days that my football stadiums had steel fencing between the stands and the pitch?"

America nodded. "To stop pitch invasions right?"

"Yes. Well they were a double edged-sword. They stopped the pitch invasions, but they were a curse in disguise. We found that out the hard way." England ran a hand through his hair. "It was the FA Cup semi-final between Liverpool and Nottingham Forest. It was played at Sheffield Wednesday's Hillsborough stadium, a neutral venue for the match. There was a human crush in the west stand, the stand given to the Liverpool supporters. There were too many supporters for the turnstiles to handle. The police tried to help, they opened the exit tunnel for the fans to get into the stadium, but there were too many, 5,000 people all being herded into the central standing pen that could only hold 2,000 people." England sighed and looked at America for a moment, before turning his eyes back to his mug of tea. "The crowd was crushed against the fencing. Because the match had already started, no one noticed what was going on until people started climbing the fence to escape. People were being pulled into the upper terrace of the stands by other people; they broke open the gate in the fence to get onto the pitch..." England trailed off and he fell silent. His eyes were fixed on his mug, yet it was clear that it wasn't the tea he was seeing. He let out a slow breath. "But the damage was done. 766 people were injured and 96 died. The youngest was only 10..." England's voice broke and he buried his face in his hand.

America was staring at England in shock. He slowly stood and walked over to the Brit, wrapping his arms around the blonds' trembling body. "God, I am so sorry." America whispered as he held him close.

England took a few calming breaths to compose himself and then patted America on the arms. "It's alright. It happened over two decades ago."

"But it still hurts." America said softly in understanding.

"Yes, it does." England's voice was quiet.

America held his older brother in silence for a while till a question came to mind. "If it happened back in '89, why is he jury decision only being made now?"

England sighed and drew back from America. "There was an inquiry after the incident. Of course the police were found guilty of having inadequate provisions for crowd control, and allowing it to get that bad. But the Liverpool fans were blamed by the press. They were basically told it was their fault it happened."

America frowned. "But that wasn't right?"

England shook his head. "No it wasn't. It was actually the fans who saved many of the people caught in the crush. Over the past decade there have been calls for another inquiry and now finally, we have the right verdict."

America sat next to England. "And that is good right?"

England smiled. "Yes, it is." He cleared his throat. "Now enough talk of such serious things. Dinner is almost ready, let's go eat."

America pulled a face. "It isn't scones is it?"

England hit him over the head. "No you git. I made beef stew."

America grinned. Aside from fish and chips, England's beef stew was one of his best dishes.

After they had eaten, America stayed for a while, the two nations spending time talking and relaxing together. When the clock chimed ten, America took his leave, stating that he had an early morning. Something about a gaming marathon with Japan.

Once the American nation was gone, England went around the house, tidying, doing the washing up and straightening up the house with his cat, Gentleman, following him around. When he was finished England made himself a cup of tea and took it out into the back garden. Once he was settled on the bench, with Gentleman lying in his lap, England looked up at the sky. It was clear of the snow clouds that had covered it before, the stars twinkling brightly in the indigo sky. England took a sip of tea as he stroked Gentleman and smiled. He looked back at the stars with the soft smile on his face. "Rest easy." He murmured. "For you'll never walk alone."

I hope you enjoyed. Please review if you have time, and if you like it please favourite.

The last sentence is a reference to the Liverpool Football teams anthem "You'll never walk alone." I encourage you to look it up. It is a beautiful song.

So thanks for reading and I will see you in the next story.

Jet Black Rose