Just a Game of Tag

by Flippzy The Edward Slayer

Amelia has transferred to a new university to get her education degree and to get away from her hometown and its shadows. Arthur is a British transfer student who seems to have a military background, but not much else is known. What starts as an elaborate game of tag suddenly becomes a long, deep, and complicated friendship. Nyo! AmericaxBritain, Human AU Rating may go up.

AN: Okay, so I'm new to the whole Hetalia fanbase, but I couldn't help but write this fanfic. To those of you who are fans and followers of my Ib story, just know that I'm sorry, but the last chapter is almost done (promise...really)! I've also become a huge fan of USxUK, and some FrUK...okay mostly I just love UK, but come on, can you blame me? :3 Also, please note that not only is this Human verse, but also Fem! America.

Just a Game of Tag

Prologue

"Arthur, wait-"

"No, you've already said your piece. You've made your bed, now I suggest you lie in it."

Two figures stared each other down: one a skinny young man with messy blonde hair and thick eyebrows, the other an elegant young woman with curly blonde hair put up in a messy, harried bun. The man (Arthur) was in the process of dressing, stumbling over his trousers as he fought to get his legs in quickly. He seemed to be in a hurry. The woman simply threw on a blouse as she tried to make him stay.

"Please, mon amour..." she started.

"Don't...just...don't..." he snapped. He glared into her clear blue eyes, seeing all the years he had wasted within them.

Finally, he managed to get into his jeans and quickly throw on his jacket, grabbing his suitcase in the process. He should have known better. He couldn't stay, anyway. He never could.

Arthur sighed deeply before turning to face the woman whom he'd loved for so long. There she stood, clad in one of his old military jackets, her gaze pleading, tears threatening to fall from her face.

Slowly, he walked back to her and kissed her cheek before turning back around, refusing to look back.

He opened the door to her apartment one last time, pausing before leaving her life forever.

"Good-bye, Jeanne."

End of Prologue

AN: Okay, so there's a start. Confused? YOU SHOULD BE! :D Seriously, though. This is new for me, but I figured I should give it a shot. Let me know what you think. ;)