The Past is the Past
By Puga-San
~Hetalia UsUk/America x England~
America curled up into a ball, sobbing his eyes out. No, he wasn't in trouble or stressed out, nothing like that. It was the memories. The sweet memories of his childhood, and the regret of not being a better brother. 'Why? Why did Iggy have to be so mean? What do they want from me?' He knew the answers to his questions, but they were too hard to face. 'I miss Arthur so much...'
America hadn't shown up for a meeting. A rare occurrence.
Arthur drove to the American's house to find Alfred's car was still there. 'Thank god! He probably overslept.' He walked into the house quietly. The TV was off and there was no happy greeting. Then he heard the crying. He found America in a ball holding something. A union jack?
"Shh... don't cry." Soothing murmurs were issued as the mass of tears in Arthur's lap subsided.
"Iggy?"
"Yes, will you PLEASE stop calling me that!" England rolled his eyes, but his expression stayed worried. "Why on earth are you crying?"
"The revolution...memories, terrible memories. The worst is... is you leaving me. D—Don't leave me Iggy, I love you!" Arthur was stunned by his former colony.
"L-Love me?" Alfred nodded. "I never wanted you to have to leave in the first place, Alfred, I love you too."
The past is the past.