A/N: We write a lot, but this is our first posted fan fiction~! Oliver will do the disclaimer.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, if I did, it would be an angst-fest – Oliver T.

Sovereignty: Supreme power or authority.


"Artie…"

"Don't call me that," Arthur Kirkland looked up from the tea he'd been enjoying. His thick eyebrows furrowed in attempted agitation, which displayed otherwise in his small stature. He strained his lips into a scowl, prying off the fond smile away from his face, while brushing a strand of the unkempt blonde tresses away from his sight. Unfortunately, that doting gaze took place in brilliant emerald eyes, refusing to exit, "What is it now, Alfred?"

Said-boy merely beamed amusedly; bright cerulean orbs twinkled ecstatically upon partially tanned characteristics, contrasting quite nicely with sandy-blonde locks. His rather lanky frame screamed happiness, quivering partially from excitement of the contained news.

"I got a girlfriend!" he burst out, the simple smile transforming into a full-blown grin. "Her name's Amelia!"

"Uh-huh." Arthur replied, appearing to not even be listening.

Oblivious, the American continued, "She's pretty, and nice, and—!" he continued to tuned out, not wanting to listen to his Alfred gush about some… girl any longer.

He did promise to stay with him forever…

"What do ya think?!"

"Alfred," Arthur started, his tone implying a rather blatant "no", "She isn't good for you! You can't date yet! I-I haven't even met her!" his rather irrational excuse was sputtered out, prodding a befuddled and frustrated glare from Alfred, "And… YOU CAN'T! You are forbidden!"

It was then, that the emotional damn broke; after years of tolerating his overprotective sibling, he had enough of the constant smothering.

"Why not?! I'm at the right age that you set for me!" Alfred retorted, fists clenching up lividly.

And here, he thought that his brother would finally be supportive and shit! Instead, Arthur was pissed that he had followed the Briton's rules.

"You know, I can't take it anymore!" he cried out, gaining a surprised look, "You boss me around like I am four when I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself!"

"Alfred—!"

"No! Don't you see, that ever since mom and dad died, you've become a domineering, selfish, smothering, CONTROL-FREAK!" his voice had risen to a yell, "Do you think that I need guidance any more, Arthur?"

His head throbbed, but he couldn't take it anymore. He needed his liberty; his freedom.

"B-But I-"

"I DON'T! I'm not a kid anymore, Arthur. It's been six years, and we aren't in an orphanage anymore. I don't need you watching my every move. Fuck, you'll never know how much pity it took to get me to stay with you." He spat, "I love you, but I can't live like this."

Guilt struck his heart at the rather pitiful sight of twin, glassy green orbs. He felt horrible with every word, though Alfred knew that it had to have happened. It was better for them both.

Then, the elder-brother spoke. It came out soft, pathetic, and unguarded, complete with a teary-rasp.

"Alfred, please… see some rati—!"

"You can keep my stuff. I'm leaving for good."

"But you said you wouldn't—! Y-you said you never would…. leave…" Arthur was at his knees now, devastation written all over his form. An immense culpability was bestowed upon the prior remorse instantaneously.

Alfred wanted to kneel down and hold the miserable man in his arms, assuring him that everything was fine, and that he wasn't leaving. Unfortunately for both, he was very promptly reminded of what was at stake.

"Grow up." He bit out, before turning and exiting.


A/N: We hope you enjoyed it, it's really hard to write angst…. Kudos to anyone it comes easily for.