hi! this is my first ever oneshot! its really short but i hope you enjoy it!
~Imoto
Arthur jumps up in bed and sighs. He looks at the clock, 5 am. Its July 4th. Arthur hates this day. Its the day his little brother realized that he no longer needed him. He had another dream, or would he call it a night mare?
"I cant shoot you! I don't know why!" Arthur crumbles to the ground in tears. "You know why..." Alfred trails off. Arthur has flashbacks of when he first met america. He took care of him when he was a child. He wanted to do a good job, be a good big brother. England had fought with France for America, and America almost chose France, but Arthur had burst into tears, making America change his mind. Ever since then they grew up together, Arthur always looking out for his self-proclaimed little brother. Arthur remembers singing little Alfred to sleep, holding him. He loved him. What happened?
Arthur sighs and climbs out of bed. Reliving the dream. "I can't shoot you! I don't know why!" He runs a hot shower and stays in there for a little while. Coming out finally. Its already 6 am by then. He hears a knock at his hotel bedroom door, (there was a world meeting and they had all been assigned rooms) he sighs again, trudging towards. Opening the door he finds a sobbing America. "I'm sorry Arthur! I'm sorry brother!" Alfred digs his head into Arthur's chest letting out long sobs. "I missed you brother. I'm sorry. I just..i just.." Arthur has another flashback.
"I want to be an independent nation! I don't need you anymore!"
Arthur smiles and holds Alfred close. "It's okay little brother. It's okay." Trying to recall the song he once sang he begins to sing to the emotional America.
"...and he speaks my name. And do I dream again, for now I find.."
Arthur smiles as Alfred falls asleep whispering "I'm sorry brother. I'm sorry"
I hope you all liked it! Review?
~Imoto