So this is what I imagine happening after America just walks away from England. I quite obviously don't own hetalia, because if I did, I wouldn't resort to using fanfiction to explain my POV.
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After walking away, America whispered one thing to the wind "I'll miss you..."
As America left, England, crying silently, had one last thing to say, even though only one other person would hear it. "I love you, Alfred..." And yet America, heard nothing.
France, who stayed behind after the Revolution had been won, heard the confession. A few tears slipped down his face for his friend. His friend who has a lonely love...
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To this day France jokingly flirts with England and annoys him, but really its just to try to distract from the obvious heartbreak awaiting him. For France knew of everyones love, after all, he is the country of love.
And yet... His love does not love him.
I know these chapters are really super short, but I wrote this in a texting conversation. And yes, I will (eventually) post more chapters, that might be alot longer. Might. I have no clue where this is going, but... Oh well...)