Title: Nightmares and Laughter
Rating: T, just in case. War and stuff in some chapters.
Description: America and England's relationship over the years. USUK.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or the characters. If I did, USUK (Or UKUS ;D) would be 100% cannon. :D
A/N: Hey everyone! This is going to be my first ever chapter story. The chapters will vary in length, but probably wont be very long.
Little America bounced down the stairs, a happy twinkle present in his bright blue eyes. England, who had been standing at the bottom of the stairs, easily lifted the expecting colony off the ground. A joy-filled laugh rang throughout the large house, making the Brit smile brightly. That laugh was his favorite sound in the whole world. It always would be.
Ever since England had found the little colony, America had been the centre of his universe. He hated leaving for business trips. The idea of leaving the kid all alone in the big house for months at a time made England extremely unhappy. Of course, he didn't have a choice in the matter and would get yelled at if he even brought up the subject to his boss.
A week from that day, he had to leave for yet another business trip. He honestly didn't see the point in attending the string of meetings that had been scheduled. His opinion made no difference in what happened. Still, he knew that failing to show up would only bring bad consequences. So, he decided to treasure that last week with his little brother and have a good time.
Saying goodbye was just as heartbreaking as he had imagined. The cute little boy clung tightly to his leg and begged him not to go. "P-Please don't leave me!" America cried through his tears. England felt a pang of sorrow and knelt down so he was at the same level as America. "I don't want to, America. You know that. But sadly, I don't have a choice" he tried as hard as he could to keep his voice steady. "When will you be back?" the younger sniffled. "As soon as I can. I promise" his words comforted America slightly, and he hesitantly let go of England's leg.
England quickly kissed America's forehead, stood up, grabbed his suitcase, and walked outside. A quiet 'click' of the door and he was gone. America cried softly for a few minutes, already missing the Brit. After a little while, he calmed down and the tears ceased. However, he couldn't shake the sad feeling that lingered in the bottom of his heart. Whenever England left, he felt like a part of himself left, too.
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