A/N and Warnings: So, I got this idea from all the Armada fanfics I've been reading recently. This is going to be soooo depressing. Rated M for blood, gore, language, implied sex, and generally a lot of bad stuff. Also, this is BOYxBOY, so if you don't like, don't read. Also, anything in bold in the fic is past, anything in normal is present, and the italics in the midst of bold is Alfred's thoughts. Just so you don't get confused. I do not own Hetalia: Axis Powers, because if I did, England would take his shirt off in every episode and so would Germany.
Just for Once :: Prologue
Story by :: ArthurKirklandIggy
It was a peaceful day in the United Kingdom. The rain had just ended after not stopping for 48 hours and the sun was shining through the clouds in spots, creating little beams of happiness. I smiled as I looked upon Artie's house with a smile. He had told me not to come, but I knew he needed a little hero in his life because of the way he sounded on the phone. I walked up to the door and let myself in with the key he gave me.
"Artie," I called, taking off my coat. I walked into the living room to find him sitting at the window seat, looking out upon the city. "There you are," I smiled, walking over to him. He gave me a sad glance before turning back to the window. "Are you okay," I asked, placing a gloved hand on his shoulder.
"No," the Brit said sadly. I could see the tears in his eyes as he kept them averted. I looked down at my lap and said, "I'm here if you want to talk." The blonde looked at me then and sighed, "I guess it's time to tell you everything, Alfred. It was only a matter of time before I had to."
I was a little confused. Was he sad about history? Stuff that was already long gone? I was about to stop him to ask when he sensed my confusion and answered, "I set aside one day a year to think of all the sins I've committed and allow myself to be sad. Just for once."
I just sat there and soaked that in. On one hand, this could be a good thing. He could tell me everything, and I could just not have to worry about him anymore. But, then again, these sins could make me worry more about the Brit.
"I'm ready," I said, stealing a kiss on his cheek quickly and giving him a warm smile.
"I hope it doesn't change your thoughts of me," He said, looking out the window again. I used a gentle hand to turn his head and followed the action up with a small, passionate kiss on the lips, "I will never, ever love you less."
Arthur sighed, "Well, here goes then…"