"Let go." Arthur gripped more tightly, determined not to let Alfred get away. "No. I can't let you leave again." America scoffed and shook his arm, attempting to free himself. "Seems you just figured out what you've lost." England clawed at the fabric of America's jacket, unwavering. "And I'm not losing him this time." America gritted his teeth in frustration, dragging England with him on his journey to the front door of said nation's house. Part of him wanted to stop fighting and just go back to him, but he kept going. He couldn't think straight at the moment and he couldn't really figure out what he wanted. "Let go," he reiterated. England's pride was starting to overcome his will to beg, to belittle himself in such a manner.

"I refuse." Alfred growled. "You don't own me. I do whatever the hell I want and I want to leave so let go of me!" Arthur's loosened his grip as his hands began to sting from holding on so hard. He started to give in and let his...boyfriend? Ex-boyfriend? They'd been on and off for a while — but whatever he was, he was beginning to let America walk out on him. He said nothing. The glasses wearing man turned his head and looked Arthur in the eye. He had a tight-lipped smile on his face. "I kiss who I want. I love who I want. I fuck who I want. So if your upset I'm not shagging you, you'll just have to get over it." He yanked his arm from his grasp, making Arthur wonder how long he was able to do that as he clutched for what was no longer there and already walking out of the door.

"See ya, Artie."

And so the Englishman found himself staring at a brown wooden door, trying to process what just occurred as the tears stung the corners of his eyes.

A/N: So I was thinking to myself, "Hey Saki-Chan, why don't you get up off your ass and write something?" But it's late, so you get lame angst fic. Got a nicer one in the making though, so keep your eyes peeled. Also, Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays and Happy New Year!