As this website is conveniently titled, you've probably realised that I do not own Hetalia. Here is an obligatory disclaimer, anyways.
I'm not sure whether I will continue this - it's hard to get more than a few short drabbles in this kind of meditative style - but I hope you enjoy
Title: It's A Long Way Home
Author: Mathesaurus Rex
Summary: Sailing home after the American Revolution, England tries to come to terms with the events of the war - and especially with the loss of his little brother. Collected drabbles and flashbacks of various lengths, brotherly USUK (though I suppose fangirls can interpret that in any way they like).
Warnings: None
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I. On The Ocean
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On some nights, England doesn't miss America at all. On others, he finds himself retreating early to bed to lie there and give thought only to breathing. It can take him hours to fall asleep, long hours in which he lurches from side to side with the gentler (though hardly gentle) tossing of his ship, turning over the scratchier covers as though they had something to reveal to him. He would feel lost for those few long hours, staring, as night trickled down the glassless portal of his window and swallowed down his thoughts along with the ocean.
On those nights, the ocean isn't England's to command, even though the banners flying from his fleet assert his supremacy.
Eventually, he would root out the thing that troubled him, the same thing every time. It was a wonder that he didn't realise it immediately after so many times, that he had to wait so long to fall asleep every night.
"America."
The word has bladed wings that cut into his throat, but it fades into the sea air before England can grasp it. Looking into the fog, he sips his tea again. It is morning now, and he is no longer in his bedroom. But still he struggles to look forward in these mornings, more lost in his dreams now for his awakening.
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