England opened his eyes to bright sunlight…then shut them again with a groan. Of course. The horribly familiar pain sliced through him like a knife as he desperately tried to go back to sleep. Eventually he gave up and sat up, the room spinning. He hated this day, he really did. Of course, it was also the time of year everyone else started freaking out, which meant he looked even more stupid. Oh well. Maybe the git might take a hint and leave me alone this time!
He had no such luck. Around four, there was incessant knocking at the door. But it seemed quieter than usual, at least. Arthur dragged himself out of his chair and stumbled over to the door. Leaning heavily on the doorframe, he opened it, and sure enough. The self-proclaimed 'Hero'. "What is it you bloody wanker?" Alfred looked nervous. "Can I talk to you? It's kinda important." "Because we are not having a bloody conversation right now. And anyway, I really don't feel like talking to you right now. I wonder why." America looked crestfallen. "Oh…ok then. I just…nevermind." He turned away, but the Brit grabbed his wrist. In a gentler tone, he spoke to the American. "What is it? I'm sorry, I really aren't feeling well today." "It's nothing, really." "Alfred."
"Um…it's just…" He stopped, hesitating. But then…Arthur's world disappeared into the fabric of a bomber jacket. "America!" He yelled, his voice muffled. The man just squeezed him tighter. England, having recovered from his shock, relaxed into the warm embrace. "I'm sorry," Alfred mumbled into his hair. When he pulled back, England subconsciously clung for a moment, then surrendered. He was shocked to see tears in the American's eyes. "I'm sorry, I just…I've liked you for a long time, but you hated me after the…war…and I just…" He looked away, trying to hide his red face. "Alfred." The voice was no more than a whisper. "Alfred, love, look at me." He turned America's head towards him. Then he wrapped his arms around his neck and kissed him. Alfred stiffened, but then relaxed, kissing back. He wrapped his own arms around the smaller man's waist, and pulled him closer. When they broke apart, tears were shining in two pairs of eyes. "Alfred…I love you. Happy birthday, you stupid git." America smiled. "I love you too Arthur. Never forget that." And then Alfred pulled him into another kiss, tangling his fingers into England's hair and smiling.
Oh my god. That was amazing! I loved this so much! I loved all the 4th July USUK fis so I decided to write one. Happy 4th of July!