A thin line between love and hate
(Title likely to change)
Disclaimer: Hetalia: Axis Powers was created by Hidekaz Himaruya. Meaning, I don't own it. This is a fan work made by fans for the fans, but the ideas for this fanfiction are mine. So no stealing! Even if I did steal the characters :P
Summary: Even though they fought a lot, and they hardly agreed with each other, England still cared about America, even if he pretended he didn't. When Alfred needs him the most, will he be there? Alfred/Arthur
Parings: Uk/Us but its still too early to tell.
Rated T: For action, violence, cussing, angst. I don't care how old you are, just keep in mind that this is made for mature audiences by me (and mostly for my own enjoyment) and will have no boundaries what so ever.
Other Notes: For once this isnt AU. But maybe Ill make one later on. I did try to make every one IC. Anyways, thank you for choosing this story and I hope you enjoy the show!
Chapter One: Lonely night:
Alfred didn't remember when he was born, or how he was even created. But then… not even humans remembered that sort of thing.
The earliest memory he had was the night when the stars sparkled like fireflies, he remembered the surprising happiness when first looked around and saw the naked earth around him. The glowing trees, the bushes, and the warm soil. It was dreadfully chilly and his skin pricked with goose bumps.
He wrapped his arms around his knees trying to keep warm, more then happiness and joy; he felt a ping of loneliness. He somehow sensed the warmth of the living all around him, the birds, the deer, and the insects…even the humans building houses by the sea. How he knew these things, he didn't know.
He just knew.
However, he didn't feel anyone like him. Maybe he was the only one? No, that couldn't be right. Even though he was small, Alfred felt the sudden urgency to go to the sea…to where the humans were.
That's where he belonged. Maybe there was someone like him there. Maybe he won't be alone anymore.
Maybe.
-Present day-
"ALRIGHT! Today we are going to discuss the importance of world hunger!" America stood tall with his uniform on, he was in the front of the class, ready to lead with an iron fist, or so he thought.
"W-wait a minute you brute!" England slammed his hands hard on the table. "Who made you boss again?"
"Its only common knowledge England," Alfred blinked innocently behind his glasses. "America rules!"
"I agree." Japan added again, nodding his head in approval.
"I have a feeling half the time you don't know what you're agreeing to." Switzerland sighed, he was exhausted from telling Japan to have his own opinion, for once.
"I agree," Japan said again.
"Anyways America, continue. We can at least hear what you have to say…no matter how crazy it may be."
"Although," France added, even though it was a basic meeting, he looked remarkably fashionable today. "You really should worry about your own affairs, Little bro. Your unemployment rate is despicable really."
"Jeez France have some faith in me. Ok I have created blue prints for an amazing invention that will make food LITERLY fall from the sky! I call it a 'machine-that-makes food-fall-from-sky-thingamajig.'
"How creative~" Russia smiled clapping his hand in delight.
"YOU bloody fool! You took that idea from a children's movie!!" England snapped, and grabbed America's necktie, he was holding back punching him in the head, but the punch might get America's stubborn -UNGRATEFUL- head out of his arse!
"Actually its children's book gone movie." China added. "It's quite popular in my country."
"What no way! Really? I can't believe it." Alfred pushed England aside to scan over his blueprints. "They stole MY idea!"
"I'm surrounded by fools!" Germany stammered. He buried his head in his hands and gave a heartily sigh. Everyone stared at him for a moment then began arguing with each other again. "God I hate these meetings! We never get anything done."
"Don't worry Germany! Maybe you're hungry? I'm always grumpy when I'm hungry. Pasta?" Italy, who conveniently had a nice steaming bowl of spaghetti, shoved some in the direction of a disheartened Ludwig.
"No thanks. Maybe later."
"Anyways, how much is this going to cost us America?" Ivan stared at Alfred who was breaking down from his cold stare. Russia had this natural ability to creep the hell out of people.
"Um, I'm glad you asked Russia. That was my next point. In order to get this whole thing started up I'm going to need every one to –generously- contribute."
"Not that I would give you a dime, but how much are you talking about here?" England pouted, folding his arms, sitting down back into his seat.
"Uh," America wiped the sweat from his brow with his uniform sleeve. "About…17 Billon each…"
"17 Billion!" everyone screeched, face filled with pure horror and mouths open.
"Have you bumped your head America? We don't have much to give thanks to you and your recession, it affected the whole world you know. And you think you would have learned with the great depression." England screeched, he was at a loss on how America can be so demanding and blunt.
"I'm going to have to agree with England," China said solemnly. "Even though we are doing ok at the moment we still don't have much to give. My apologies."
"You're full of Lies!" Alfred yelled as England jumped up and proceeded throw anything he could get his hands on, a flying pencil managed to smack Alfred upside the head for his stubbornness.
"I understand I guess…But how do you expect any change if your not willing to make things happen." At that second it felt as if a train ran full speed into Alfred's skull. It took him by surprise and the whole room started spinning.
What's happening to me? Alfred shook it off.
"Alright. Let's talk about other things," He walked to the chalkboard, the throbbing pain persisted in his skull. He placed the white piece of chalk on the board, his hands where shaking, he wanted to say something…but what was it? "I was thinking…" Alfred gasped; his mouth was unbearably dry…
"America? Is everything alright?" France was the first to know something was wrong. France's eyes drifted to England, who instantly saw the flicker of worry written on his face…
"America." England ran up and placed his hand on Alfred's back. Even though they fought a lot, and they hardly agreed with each other, England still cared…even if he pretended he didn't.
"I'm fine," America brushed off England's hand. "Besides, I never get sick remember?"
The walls seemed to shut in shrinking the room and Alfred hunched over and focused on the nausea eating away at his stomach. England whispered in America's ear. "Maybe you just need a rest, let one of us talk for once…"
Without notice, America rested his head on Arthur's shoulder. "W-what are you doing you idiot!" England shrieked, turning his head to watch the other nations staring at both of them, like they where watching a love story unfold before their eyes. Then finally America's knees buckled and he slid down England's chest and collapsed. Every country jumped up ounce they heard the hard 'thud' on the floor. England bent down and touched his pale face.
"America?"
Everyone ran to America, they stood around him, not saying a word. Alfred fought to stay conscious, he could see the worry on their faces, especially Arthur's. Alfred couldn't remember the last time he saw Arthur's face so concerned about him.
His eyes focused on a spinning Arthur. "I'm ok…Don't worry about me. Ill be ok."
Then his eyes rolled behind his head and fell into deep darkness.
To be continued!(maybe)
A/N-Atm I am madly in love with Hetalia. It gets better on as the chapters progress, I promise. Well as always, please give me some support! If you like the chapter and want more, tell me. Good or bad reviews, I do not judge. Or if I need to edit anything, spelling, grammar, ect. I am in dire need of a beta-er. -shifty eyes- oh I had a hard time with the title, if I should change it, all ideas are appreciated!
But I am curious though, what is your favorite parings? (if there are any) crack included, I might add it to the story ;)
