A/N: Yoooooo! I'm back with a short England-centric drabble. Based on the song Already Gone by Kelly Clarkson.
I do not own any of the characters mentioned.
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Arthur had three loves in his very long life.
A love that couldn't be, a love that didn't last, and a love that shouldn't have even existed in the first place.
His first love also doubled over as his unlikely friend over the course of his very long lifetime, although at times they were more enemies then anything. But behind closed doors and curtains, there had been nights that were shared with frenzied kisses and hands entwining together. He had grasped long, silky blond hair as their bodies danced through the night. However, the next morning it would all have to be forgotten. They couldn't escape their roles as their countries, and such a love just couldn't be. That didn't escape the fact that those endearing words, whispered in that blasted French accent, hurt as their meaning would always die away with each next morning. It was just a love that wasn't ever to really be...
His second love took the shape of two forms. Parental and romantic. He had loved that golden child he found in the fields many years ago, took him in his arms and promised him love and protection. Never did he think his child, that helped him grow to understand love and affection once more, could bring him down in one fell swoop. He grew much too fast, right before his eyes, his arms no longer being able to encompass him. And then he fought, fought for his freedom, to be away from Arthur and the love and protection he offered so long ago.
That was before, but time helps soothe over old wounds, not always being able to heal them completely. But he somehow found himself instead wrapped up in strong arms, being squeezed almost painfully. He should have stayed happy, happy that his golden boy had returned to him, that he had wanted Arthur's love once more. But it didn't. That joy did not last for him, and he soon found his love melding back into what it once was. He loved him. But neither as a brother or lover. He was his Ally, his obnoxious friend. He loved him as he would any of his friends. A shame that his love became so conditional in such a span of time, that their time as lovers withered away. A love that couldn't last…
His third love, a love that should have NEVER been in the first place, was also the most confusing. It happened during the end of a World War, where his allies and himself had gotten plastered. A one night stand, as they call it, occurred, and it should have stayed just that. He shouldn't have hoped to be able to pull the much larger nation towards him, lips meeting over and over as he dragged his down by that ridiculous scarf he wore even in bed. It was wrong, so very wrong.
Or at least it should have been. It shouldn't have made Arthur feel so wanted, feel like he had been freed from past relations and judgement, as large hands groped at his body, the other ravishing every part of his skin he could reach. He shouldn't have stayed the next morning, shouldn't have let himself remain cradled in that possessive hold. Shouldn't have let something as simple as a pet name like "Sunflower" make his heart flutter. But he did. And it continued happening. Secret meet ups, phone conversations, unexpected kisses and gifts sent his way. Just what had he let this become? Why had he let it go on for as long as he did? True he felt loved. True he felt secure, felt needed and wanted. But it was wrong. and he ended it. It should have ended with violence, as that was what the other was known for. Instead, he was cast a solemn look and saddened smile, and they parted with one last kiss.
It was a love that should have never been...