He watched the clock desperately. He waited and waited and waited.

So much waiting. He disliked it.

He wasn't known for his patience for pete's sake. At least the latter replied and said he'll be there.

But he didn't think the same. Shrugging to himself and stuffing his cold hands into his jacket pockets, he muttered, "I guess I'll just head home."


America, where are you? I thought I told you to wait there.

He stared at the message. Gosh, so cold. When he read it, it felt like millions of thorns were stabbing his chest.

With pain coursing all over his body, he replied,

I did. But I figure you wouldn't be there. So I headed home. Don't wanna get sick.

Hah! Such lies! Of course he wanted to get sick! So that...

Can I check on you?

So that...

Sure.

So that for once, Arthur would see him.

'I'm such a dumb person.'


"Do you feel well?"

The younger stirred to face the worried face of the British gentleman. Some of the snows outside stuck on his hair and his lips were trembling slightly.

"Kinda. My head's dizzy."

Then the British stood; leaving Alfred in silence.

He didn't even check his forehead.

He didn't even look at him in the eyes.

How could he not care?


"AGH!"

The loud yell made the Brit ran into the room; breathing labored and sweating.

"ALFRED! Did something happened?"

Without any doubt in his eyes, the American took the smaller nation into his arms. A moment later he began to sob.

"I hate you...," he whispered forlornly.

"I really really hate you...,"

"I hate you because you took my heart away,"

"I hate you for making those blushes every time I caught you staring at me,"

"I hate you for making me fall deeper for you,"

"I hate you because you make my heart feels lighter every time I see you smile,"

"I hate you because you always make sarcastic comments about me and my heart feels tighter,"

"I hate you for making me feel butterflies in my stomach,"

"I hate you so much... so much... because you've taken away every thing... only for you...."

The British male could felt hot liquid strolling down his cheeks; staining the American's shirt with tears. Then, he continued,

"And I love you because you don't return my love."

The gentleman could only sob with a dazed expression on his face. Yes, he was absolutely surprised at Alfred's words. Had it been years? When? When did this all began? When did he feel that Alfred's heartbeat was the same as his own? When did he realize that all this time he had fallen for this young man?

Francis and Matthew were right all the time.

Denials were only hurting Alfred even more.

Arthur decided to hug the man back. Soothing him softly by rubbing his back and Alfred's hug kept lingering on his body that night. Warm and loving.

Yes,

He'd missed this spot for a long, long time.


A/N: Sorry for the shortness and for not updating in a long time. I've been very busy behind these days. I'm currently working at Germany and I have tons of work to do. Chapter two will be typed by my friend. I haven't sent her the e-mail, though. So be patient and I'll try my best to send it to her.

Reviews please~ :D