A/N: Hello there. This fic is inspired by London Blitz in 1940. I'm sorry if it has been done before, and I apologize in case I make any mistake.
Disclaimer: Hetalia is not mine.
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Assistance
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"Igirisu?" said America, startled when England entered the meeting room and walked straight to the locker. "Have you recovered?"
England nodded briefly, opened the locker, pulling tens of folders. He read them one by one. America approached him. "What's your plan?"
"Assaulting him."
"What?! Alone?" America yelled, his eyes widened behind his glasses. "Are you crazy?"
"Yes." England kept reading the documents. He looks so tense, so impatient America feared his nerves would break at anytime.
"This isn't like you," said America. "You usually plan everything thoroughly rather than—"
"There's no time."
"Do you want him to destroy the rest of you?"
"Not if I destroy him first."
"This is Germany we're talking about!"
"Just shut up, America."
"You won't make it."
"Stop interfering me."
"You'll fail!"
"I said STOP!" England grabbed America's collar and pushed him so hard the later was thrown on the table. England's body, pulled by his own energy on knocking America down, stumbled as well, his chest hitting America's. Their faces were only inches away now.
England panted, grabbed America's collar again, ready to strangle him.
"Igirisu…," America whispered, stunned. His blue eyes stared at England's green ones, which began to water.
England's tears quickly fell on America's face. And America felt like being stabbed on the chest… England's tears were warm, so warm it broke his heart to dust.
England rested his forehead on America's arms before rolling and lying on the table. He closed his eyes. His arm covered them, though still it couldn't conceal all his tears. The pains in his heart and his body were throbbing, London was blitzed, his people died, no country was allowed to assist him. He was all alone.
"I'll assist you," America said quietly.
"Don't be an idiot," England looked away.
"When you were attacked, I—" America trailed off.
England opened his eyes and slowly turned his head to America.
"You what?" he asked with hollow voice.
America inhaled a deep breath. He shook his head briefly. "Nevermind." He gazed on England again. "I'll assist you."
Silence. Outside, the rain started to fall, a heavenly sound in the midst of chaos and war.
"Thank you," England whispered.
America put his palm on England's hair, ruffling it softly. "Stop crying. You old man."
This time only, England didn't snarl at him. Maybe America was right, maybe he had been too old for this anyway.
He ruffled America's hair as well. They smiled warmly at each other.
Everything would be alright.
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