Okay, so i've been really obsessing over Axis Powers Hetalia recently, so, I decided to give writing a fic a go XD
This is yaoi
And just to make it clear, they refer to each other by Nation names in meetings, actual names any other time~
Hope you like it so far ^^
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Alfred. F. Jones. Proud American. Always cheerful. Easy go-er. Lover of all things great and small. It was clear to anyone with a brain that Alfred was a generally happy person, unlike his ever grumpy British friend. In fact, they were pretty much polar opposites. When Alfred was looking at something optimisticly, Arthur would be there to state his pessemistic oppinion. When Alfred was smiling, Arthur would wear his usual scowl. When Alfred said left, Arthur said right, when Alfred said black, Arthur said white. Yes, the two were completely different in practically every way. But, isnt it said that opposites attract? That would be the only logical reason for how close they are. These two great Nations.
The United States of America and The United Kingdom.
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It had been weeks since the sun had shown it's face. Now, the air was cold and bitter. Rain pounded at the windows mercilesly and every so often there was a loud crack of thunder. Just your typical day in the streets of London. The Allied Forces were currently in the middle of yet another meeting. Talking about how to deal with the Axis Powers, as always. They'd been having more and more meetings lately, due to them never getting to discuss the matter hand. Which was all down to the fact they always ended up fighting amongst each other. England would always be seen with his hands around France's throat. America was always the next on the angry Brit's list. That was China's que to try and break them up, and it seemed none of his attempts ever worked. Then there was Russia. He simply sat on the side-lines, keeping quiet as always, but deep down he was working out ways to stop them from furthering the fight. Such methods almost always included one or more Nations getting wounded. Canada on the other hand - when the others allowed him to join - usually tended to move back and cower, especially when England went on his rampages. Yes, just your typical day at the office for these guys.
''I suggest we take on Japan. It's obvious our attempts to kidnap Italy were no help. Same said for spying on Germany. Neither went according to plan.''
''Theres a good reason for that England... it's because you fail miserably at being sly. If you learnt to keep your mouth shut, you might have got more than one line of useable information.''
France knew well he'd pay dearly for that, but, he still couldn't help but grin wickedly at the other man's now very frustrated expression. The English man's hands tightened into a fist and his teeth gritted together. Just as he was about to pumble that ''egotistical piece of shit'', America grabbed onto his arm and pulled him back.
''Calm down! Listen, we're called the 'Allied Forces' for a reason. What good would come from fighting among ourselves?''
England wanted so bad to retort - and more so continue his previous action - but instead he took a deep breath and yanked his arm from America's grasp. This made every pair of eyes in the room blink in almost perfect unison. Was England agreeing with America? Thats a sight you didn't see very often. Canada cuddled up to his teddy, watching as the two re-took their seats. His words caught in his throat from fear of speaking and breaking the current silence.
/America-kun and England-kun have been acting weird lately... I wonder if something happened./
The meeting continued on for another few hours. Every now and then England tried to beat the shit out of France, and every time China or America had to stop him. But, it was only when America stepped in to stop the on-coming fight did England actually step back without a single word said. Something was definately going on, and it was clear to the other Nation's. The only thing they didn't know was what exactly happened between the two to make them act that way.
''Okay everyone, we'll continue this tomorrow afternoon. Be sure to get a good nights rest.''
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Arthur sighed, hissing low in his throat as he held a bag of ice to his newly aquired bruise. He should have seen it coming really. Francis was well known for playing dirty. That included pouring his drink on the floor so an enraged Arthur would slip. It was to be expected really, just a shame he was too blind with rage to notice the pool of whine on the floor. That would now be mixed partly with his own blood. Arthur leaned back on his sofa, looking up out of his window, thinking. In fact, he was too deep in thought to even hear the set of footsteps that had now entered his room.
''Ouch, that one looks like it hurt.''
''Piss off Alfred, you're not exactly what I need right now.''
Of course the American didn't pay any attention to what he just heard. Instead, he chose to sit himself next to a clearly annoyed Brit.
''Hey, how many times have I told you to address me as ''Al''?''
''Forgive me for not having a strong sense or formality towards a man who rudely entered my room after I clearly stated I didnt want him to.''
At this, Alfred simply laughed, throwing his arms in the air as he stretched. The two of them sat in silence for a few minutes, before they began to talk. Naturally it was Alfred that broke said silence. Thet talked about their thoughts, their ideas and every so often, their feelings. Obviously Arthur refused to look up when he spoke of his. Since the man was a very reserved person by nature, and he wouldnt even think of telling anyone else personal information. Ever.
''So, um, Arthur can I ask you a question?''
''That depends, what is it?''
Alfred smiled a little. Same old Arthur.
''Well, the thing is, I wanted to know exactly where we stand?''
Arthur's eyes widened a little then. His head turned away so that he couldnt make eye contact. He didn't want to answer. But he new he had to say something. He searched every single crevice of his mind, hoping to find a subtle way of changing the conversation, but time was running out. He had to come up with something soon, or he'd have to answer. Alfred blinked a little, watching the other man struggle to find the right words.
''Okay, well... am sure you know how I stand, if nothing else. But, I don't want to have to go through what we did all those years ago. So please understand that I simply can't do it again Alfred.''
''But Arthur, what happened then was a mistake. And we pulled through right? If nothing else it pulled us closer together.''
Alfred grabbed hold of his friends hand, pulling him into a tight embrace that took the older man by complete suprise. Even more to his suprise was the fact that he himself clung tightly onto the American. So close that they were almost one complete being. Then, blue eyes stared into green, and those same feelings, those same emotions came rushing back that they felt all those years ago.