Remembering the past is something that I do every day and there is a certain person who hates it when I do, but when I heard this one song I couldn't help it.

I was in New York, walking in this one village, and I heard a girl's mp3 player playing a song. "When you cried, I'd wipe away all of your tears. When you'd scream, I'd fight away all of your fears, and I held your hand through all of these years, but you still have all of me."

I heard that simple chorus and started to feel sad again. I then chuckled at how that had fit me perfectly when it came to America. "Iggy~!" I hear and turn to see the obnoxious yet caring country.

"How many times have I told you to stop calling me by that bloody name?" I say forcing the sudden lyrics to the back of my head.

He smiled and chuckled. "So what are you doing so far away from New York City?"

I blinked then looked at the surroundings. "I wanted to see more parts of New York." The statement was true, but now I just wanted to leave the village and go to the city where my apartment is. I have an apartment so I can have some sort of home when in Amreica.

"Really? Then you should have said so. He grabbed my wrist and dragged me into his one of many vehicles. I hate this huge hummer, but America loves it so I just let it go.

We drove around some sites in New York and he was describing everything that he showed me. The place has changed over the centuries, but of course it would. After he thought we were finished he drove back to the hotel. "So," America started, I turned to let him know I was listening. "What's wrong?"

I was a bit confused. "Huh? There's nothing wrong. Why do you ask?"

He looked at me and had a look of concern on his face. "When I found you your shoulders were slumped. I know it's weird to see you like that so I started to get concerned, but I didn't know how to bring it up." He then has a serious look. "I know that something is wrong. What's it? Can I help you? I am the hero of course."

I smile and shake my head. "It's nothing really I was just remembering some things, that's all." Right then and there, I remembered the lyrics. When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears. I frowned and I knew that he saw.

"You're not telling me the truth." Before I could counter he said, "You wouldn't frown if nothing was wrong. You usually have a scowl on your face not a frown."

I was going to continue arguing with him, but just sighed. "I'm just tired. Now be a good fellow and come join me for supper."

"I don't want to eat your crappy food." He said that like he usually does and I started to get a bit mad.

"My food is not crappy, you wanker!"

He smiled and I suddenly thought he was happy that we were bickering again; you could say I was, too, but I didn't really show it. I got out of his beast of a hummer and went inside. "Iggy, wait up!"

I just gave a "humph" and went into the elevator, pressing the button to my floor. The doors were about to close but America was able to squeeze in before they did. "I never thought you could squeeze through something." He smiles, but I instantly say what I meant to say. "With your appetite that's never ending, I'd think you'd be too fat to do something like that."

He pouts. "I'm not fat." He does this little protest all the time and I always laugh later on; I know he's not fat but I just like to bicker with him about it. That's all we do, bicker or fight. "And of course I'd be able to slip through, how would a hero get around if he could go through a tight squeeze or two?"

I chuckle. "I wonder." He looks at me, ready to say something, but the doors had opened and I got out. "Come now, I don't want to wait for you."

I hear him following me and stopped at my door. Once I opened it he had gone in first. I was going to say how rude that was, but just forgot it and went to the kitchen. "Would you like some coffee?"

"Please? I haven't had one all day." His mood was back to normal and I was relieved.

"Really?" I cocked up one of my eye brows. "You usually have some cups in the morning."

"Yeah well, I just didn't feel like drinking it this morning, since I knew you were coming. I was too happy that I just left the house and came to get you." He suddenly realized what he confessed and shut his mouth.

I was blushing. He took one look at me and started to blush as well. I turned around and started to make a batch of coffee. "So," I say after a brief amount of silence. "What would you like for dinner?"

"I don't really care." He said bluntly, to my somewhat annoyance. "Just make whatever you want."

"All right then." The coffee was going to take awhile to make so I started dinner. I happened to make a British dish called Toad-in-the-hole; I know it may sound gross to most people, so that's why, when I was done making it and giving America his coffee, I didn't tell him what it's called.

He looks at it with a look of dislike. "It's well burnt Artie."

"Just eat the bloody food you wanker."

Without another word he took a bite. I was on the edge of my seat waiting for him to say something about it, but the look on his face gave it away, even when he tried to lie. "Wow Iggy, it's good."

He doesn't have the heart to tell me that it suck right after eating it, he's a weird fellow that's for sure; saying my cooking sucks then praising it when he eats it. "Don't lie to me, you git, I know that you don't like it."

He forces another fork full down and tries to cheer me up. "I'm not lying, it's really good!"

I roll my eyes and most definitely did not pout. "Yeah right." I go and get myself some tea and grab a book to read, just in case he leaves or it's boring.

"You're not going to eat?" I look at him and see that he was about to stop eating if I didn't eat.

I sigh. "Fine I'll get myself a plate." He looks a bit happier, probably because he won't be eating this "crappy food" alone. I sit in the chair after getting my share of food and ate a piece. I made a look of pure enjoyment, but really…why is it that cooking is something I fail at? "It's good." I say not so forcefully.

He didn't believe me, but didn't say anything. Once we were done America was saying his good-bye. "I'll see you tomorrow!" He said with his bright smile.

I just nod and close the door when he left. I went to my chair and picked up my glasses and my book so I could read, but I couldn't. I remembered the one line from the song and started to feel sad.

The lyrics had reminded me of the times when America was young and cried out of fear of ghosts. I would always laugh about his crazy fear, but I was there to wipe his tears away. Speaking of tears, I, myself, was now crying. I didn't really know why, but the tears just kept coming.

I was going to go to my room so that I could cry without worrying about being bothered, but something had stopped me. America was standing in the door way, shocked to see me crying.

Another story with Britain and America, i just seem to love this paring :)

The song that Britain hear's is called My Immortal by Evanescence. I love this song and when i heard the chorus i instantly thought of Britain and America. I hope you liked it.

Reviews are welcome :)