((BECAUSE SADNESS. My first fic. Technically this is a songfic, based on 'For Sure' by Lostprophets. No pairings either- this is based on the whole brother thing between Arthur and Alfred. Just a quick one-shot. Since it isn't very long at all it shouldn't take two minutes to read. XD Hope you like!
Alfred and Arthur don't belong to me, and neither does Hetalia. They belong to Hidekaz Himaruya!))
RAIN
Rain was falling outside and Arthur knew that it wouldn't change. Large raindrops pelted windowpanes all over his home, preventing silence from creeping in, and bounced off of the roof in a sorrowful tattoo. The forecasts had announced it- rain in the north of the UK, rain in the south. Rain in Scotland and Northern Ireland. Rain over the normally-fair Channel Islands. It would rain for the next few days, they said. What a disappointing summertime.
Arthur knew not to believe forecasts. They knew nothing about what was coming. The rain, relentless rain, was his rain. His unshed tears falling from a murky sky. His sun-starved skin was so pale in contrast to his surroundings that he looked like a suited ghost. He watched through the window with his emerald eyes as dark as the sky itself. His misery made the sky weep, and the world outside perfectly matched the chaos within his mind.
The end of the week would heralded the beginning of bright July. Far away from cold and clammy Britain, there would be celebration in America. Alfred would be waiting for his day, his Independence Day, and like every year, he would receive a phone call from a heavily drunken Arthur swearing and cursing him into oblivion. Alfred ignored it and went on with his parties and fireworks displays. No rain for happy old Alfred. Only sunshine and clear skies.
It was this time of the year that Arthur pined for Alfred's company. The Brit's mind was crawling with dark thoughts kept from being brought to life by memories of a young Alfred, little brother, and his smiling face. Arthur missed that merry smile, the one that couldn't be wiped from it's owner's face. How fair a nation Britain had been then. So bright, and even warm. Years and years ago.
But that was gone, and Arthur had been left alone. How he hated the loneliness of his country, accompanied only by brothers he fought with constantly. And all that followed was rain. Rain rain rain. Never ending. Arthur focused on the bright requiem within his mind, where a younger, more loving Alfred played in the sun, and wondered if, at the end of that dark summertime, there would come a day when he would look outside and see familiar grey clouds streaked with breaking blue, where the rain didn't fall and the sun fought through to light up the nation.
Outside the rain fell. And Arthur knew that it wouldn't change.
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