Hi! This is my first Hetalia fanfic! involving USUK! OOC ness? please try to find my mistakes for im new to the fanfic world...
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JULY 5
7:30 PM
(PRESENT)
The rain fell… never seemed to stopped. Though he didn't care. Reminded him of the day he lost everything. He shook that memory away. He pulled him self back to where he was at. In New York in an alley between to what seemed to be a hair salon and some old run down church. The world was gray. The alley where he was taking cover from the rain didn't help. No umbrella. Nothing to protect him from the rain. Taking a big breath he walked out into the rain. The rain drizzled all over his messy hair, his new suit. Not that he cared. He must have looked like shit because he caught some people staring at him with sympathy. His temper rose. He didn't need sympathy. What he needed was a nap… a long nap. The man put his hands in his pockets finding a gun in the pocket. He stopped in his tracks. He was pretty sure he threw that away. Along with his hoodie and sunglasses. He looked through his other pockets making sure he had nothing else in them. Nothing. Good. He lifted up his hand to wipe his face. He touched something wet. Rain obviously he thought. No. they're tears. No one would notice if he just let them fall. He couldn't help but trace his memories back to the day before.
A Day Before: JULY 4- 5:00 PM
"Hey Angleterre, you listening?" A man with long blonde locks asked.
The man he addressed was obviously not listening. "Seriously England this is important!" said the blonde man. England looked up from his tea. "Is it more important than this tea, France?" The blonde man chuckled. "Well.." England got up from his seat. He walked over to the large paned window overlooking a small but wealthy neighborhood. "Not really." France said. "Its just you seem very tired." France said concern spilt on every word. "It's July 4th FRANCE!" England snapped his hands shaking. "You need to move on!" France replied. "Its been at least 200 years! GET OVER IT!" The men glared at each other England didn't care if its been a whole 2 centuries. "SHUT UP!" England said throwing his cup across the room. And with a big crash it knocked over a photo. England cursed and went to pick up the photo. He almost threw the photo in his hands when he saw what it was; Him and teenage America laughing at who knows what. He just placed the photo back on his desk facedown. France saw what happened and offered advice. "You know, there's one way to get rid of your grief." France walked over to England and twirled around. England knew where this was going. "No France I am not going to the bar with you ever again!" England exclaimed a smile threatening to spread on his face he held it back though. "No silly!" France leaned into England till they were no more than nose apart. "France what do you think you're doing?" England was about to pull away until France grabbed his wrists and pushed him into a wall. England started to argue and yell. France had enough. He looked into Englands eyes and said. "Kill him." France said slipping a gun into Englands pocket.
England shoved France back "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU SAYING?" France suspected that he was going to do that. "Well you are always complaining about how America ruined your life," France sat back down in the sofa. "I thought you would like to get some payback." The Frenchman looked at England expectantly. He could see that something in England has snapped and in its place a monster awoke. "Well?" France urged on. England faced him his head hanging, his face not visible. Though behind all the locks of hair lay a wicked smile.
JULY 4- 10:45 PM
On Plane to New York.
"A-R-T-H-U-R"
"Your name is Arthur."
"Don't forget."
"Don't lose yourself."
JULY 5
4:20 PM
A hotel across Americas apartment complex
Arthur couldn't feel himself anymore. It felt like he was watching himself from afar. It didn't feel right; having a gun in his hands again. But he couldn't do anything to make his body throw the gun out the window. He just sat in his bed looking through the window; showing a clear view of Americas apartment. Arthur snickered. America was such a fool. His apartment was so exposed. 2 walls covered in windows, the living room and kitchen were visible. Arthur waited for his target to come back from his grocery shopping. He knew that it would only contain a hamburger and a pack of diet cokes. The blonde didn't take his eyes off the apartment. To make time pass Arthur took a good look at the gun France gave him. Small but had a good range. He could make a nice and 'clean' kill with this. Satisfied with himself Arthur reached to his mini fridge and pulled out some beer. He didn't care what people said about his drinking problem. He was mighty thirsty.
5:46 PM
The beer cans scattered all over the room. Some of the fluid still hanged from Arthurs chin. America still wasn't back. Arthur popped another can open and chugged the whole thing. When his lips parted from the can he saw some movement at the apartment. Arthur reached for the gun. Stumbled outside to the balcony and settled himself there. He aimed at Americas head. Perfect. Before Arthurs finger pulled the trigger America bent down and picked something up. A fry. stupid fatass Arthur thought.
America looked across his living room out the window. The fry he picked off the ground he ate. The night looked very peaceful. He was happy. Alone. But Happy. He scanned the city. Some people had umbrellas out. "Rain?" Americas smile faded. He didn't like the rain.
Arthur saw a frown on Americas face. Arthur panicked he was positive he was looking towards his hotel balcony. Arthur seized the chance. He got back into position, Put his hoodie and shaded sunglasses on. He was ready.
Ready. Aim. Fire.
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~TimeWastedAway~