He remembered it like it was yesterday,the first time England ever said...I love you...
Laying on a soft bed of grass,with France and his brother Canada. Who was telling them about the tradition of Mischief Night,it was celebrated on November 4th with dressing up,bobbing for apples,getting candy,telling magical tales of ghosts and spirits. Little America was very excited about this night,France even agreed to help him put an outfit together.
"Why are you doing this,little one?"He asked
"I want England nii-san,to smile again"the young nation replied,with so much serenity France couldn't help but to agree.
He remembered working all day with France,trying to make the perfect costume.
He first thought of the many clothes,his brother worn. But none of them seemed good enough,France suggested many strange things to the young nation.
All of which little America ignored,wishing he knew more about his older brother.
"France,what is the day?"little America asked staring up curiously with his blue eyes.
"The 2nd of November,child"He replied,never looking up from his leather clothed sketch book.
"And,when is Mis..."He asked,touching his lips in trying to correctly pronounce the words.
"Mischief night?"France asked
"Yes!"the young nation exclaimed
"In 2 days"France replied,putting the tip of his blue feather pen in his mouth.
"Why ever do you ask?"he asked the little nation.
"I want to know more about nii-san"little America said,intensely staring at the older nation.
"Well you tell me?"He asked the older nation.
France sighed,and put his pen and sketch book down.
France wove an eccentric story of pirates and war and hardship. Telling the vast amounts of land that England own,and the little nation America was dumbfounded.
His brother was amazing. His brother deserved the best of everything America could offer.
He was in love with the fairytale,that was his brothers life.
Also in that moment he realized what,he wanted to do.
A jacket made of red,trimmed with gold and black lace with golden buttons,the creamiest white pants,topped with a velvety red sash.
A majestic hat,that was made of black leather with a pure white feather on the top.
France had beautifully redesigned England's outfit,and America knew his brother would be happy.
The Mischief day arrived,and America waited patiently for England to appear.
He had donned his costume with pride,and honor. The things France had said England possessed.
After a while,he saw the top of a head.
It held blonde hair,a smile began to creep on his small face.
Then the thick eyebrows,America was almost jumping up and down at this point.
Finally,his full body came into view and the beauty that was the emerald green and sapphire blue connected.
"America"His brother asked,honest-to-god shocked from his outfit. It was the exact same as his own.
"Happy Mis.."the young nation began,struggling with the words again.
A small,smile formed on his brothers lips. "Mischief Day"he finished.
Then America tackled him,calling him Nii-san.
With the out-burst,England smiled fully for the first time in a long time.
Little America cheered, "I wanted you to smile again,because I love you."
England was taked back at the words that had escaped from his little nation's mouth.
"You know what love is"He asked.
"France,told me. It makes you warm inside when ever the persons is happy,that you will do whatever you can to make them happy"Little America said,looking at his brother.
Tears formed in the elder nation's pure green eyes,"Alfred,I love you too"
England pulled the small nation into him,holding him,expressing his love the best he could.
America's heart flew out of his little chest,his brother loved him in return...
America sighed and pushed his glasses up,on his face. That had always been his favorite day,even more than Independence Day.
He was still in love with Arthur,not in a brotherly way.
The I want to spend the rest of my life with you way.
"Alfred,what are you doing"His love with the British accent asked.
He hadn't noticed until then that he had been crying.
He jumped up and embraced the now shorter nation,then crashed their lips together.
It still felt like it was the first time,all over again.
When they parted England asked,"What the hell?"
"Nothing,just reminding you how much I love you"America said,playing with his glasses.
England smiled,the small sweet smile of his,"I love you too,you git"
Same old,same old.
America's heart still flew...