Hey there, Fang here. Just a random bunch of ideas that don't quite make at least 4 chapters, but are ok on their own. Please enjoy!
Arthur fell to his knees in front of Alfred, tears mixing with rain, head downcast.
"England…" Alfred faltered, "You used to be so…big."
With that, his army turned and began marching through the celebratory rain to the camps, the food, and to their new life. Cheers could be heard from every corner of the new nation, but in one place, it was still raining.
Alfred stared at the fallen image of his brother, taking in the sodden uniform, the now discolored hair, the vacant eyes swirling with hurt and defeat. His heart rose in his throat.
Kneeling in the mud, Arthur's eyes closed, and he pitched face-forward to the ground. If he was conscious, he wouldn't have felt dirt on his face, but a soaked, blue uniform jacket. Alfred wrapped his arms around his unconscious brother and hugged him for what he deemed to be the last time in the near future, or even longer. He rested his chin on the Brit's drenched head.
"I'm so sorry," he choked out quietly, embracing him even tighter.
A few minutes passed. The American took one last look at the prone figure lying face up on the ground, face being washed by the rain of the grime which covered it. He turned and walked to catch up to his troops. As the cleansing rain fell, the light burst through the storm, creating patches of sun on the war-torn fields.
AUTHOR'S NOTES:
Ah, I love the Special Relationship...no, seriously, that's what its called, look it up on Wiki. Anyway, this one was supposed to go into "Weaker Than Thou" but I couldn't find a good place to put it. So it ended up here.
Gah, there had to be more to this scene in the manga...this was just my interpretation of it. I've read a lot of fics on this one moment, and I think it truly is powerful.
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-Fang