I fall to the ground rain supposedly covering the fact I was crying, but no not from him never from him. "You were once so big Arthur." Said the newly independent country shaking his head a mixture of pity and what appears to be hatred, I want to respond to tell him to fuck off or something in that nature but cant all I can do now is cry. I scream waking from that all too real night mare. Hoping to shake of the remainder of that horrid dream I go to my bathroom to splash water on my face. But when I turn on the light and look in the mirror I find that I've been crying again.
"Damn that Alfred." I whisper, "After all I did for him and he treated me like that, and look at me I am still crying about what happened centuries ago." I wipe the tears off my face and splash water on it. I wonder to the kitchen figuring that a nice warm cup of tea will clear my mind. What I find happens though is that while the tea is cooking I start thinking about the time before the war, before the fighting, before the heart ack.
"Arthur what are you cooking for snack today?" asked the cute blue eyed younger nation. A big smile comes across my face as I look down at him.
"I'm making scones and some tea." A look of dread crosses Alfred's face. My smile disappeared from my face a scowl taking its place. "What's wrong with scones?"
"It's just that every time you make them they taste like ass, cant you make something else." That comment earned the young boy a hard hit on a head a big lump forming in that spot.
"Don't you use that kind of langue with me you git where did you learn that from, was it that bloody France!" The young boy looks up at him innocently and shakes his head.
"No I learned it from you when you are yelling at France big brother." I look down a big sweat drop forming behind my head.
"Of course you did." I murmured recalling all the names I called Francis in front of the kid. "Fare enough just don't use that kind of langue until your older ok." I ask exasperated. He quickly nods his head blond hair bouncing with him.
"I understand big brother, one more thing though." He said big blue eyes gazing at me. I couldn't help but smile. I bend down to his level and ask,
"What is it Alfred?"
"Your scones still suck can we have something else PLEASE!" That was it I chased that boy around the dining room and kitchen and when I caught him I lifted him up and cared him to the living room where I dropped him on the couch and tickled him until he admitted my scones where the best.
The high pitched whistle of the kettle broke me out of my dazed state. A rare smile crossed my face "Git." I murmured fixing my tea. I walked to the living room and turned on the TV hoping to take my mind off things. But I just sit there and stare at the TV remembering all the good and bad times we shared.
At America's house:
"Hey Mattie?" I murmur looking over at him. We are sitting on the couch watching a hockey game when I decide to finally figure out this thing once and for all. He glances over at me a bit irritated at the interruption of his favorite sport.
"Yes Alfred" he answers waiting for me to get on with it. I take a big breath trying to figure out the right way to word this. While he's waiting for me to say something he takes a big sip out of my Pepsi.
"How do you know if you're in love?" I say bluntly and seriously. This reaction makes Canada spit out all the liquid that was in his mouth.
"Excuse me." He blinks dumbfound by my question.
"You heard me, how do you know if you're in love?" I ask again with the equal amount of bluntness as last time. He examines me for a little bit longer and when he realize how serious I am turns down him beloved hokey game and focuses all his attention on me.
"I'm not sure I'm the right person to ask Al, considering I've never actually been in love or been loved before."
"What are you talking about Mattie I love you." I say ostentatiously and hug my brother so tight that I think he couldn't breathe for a second there. He eventually wiggles out of my grasp and glares at me.
"You know what I mean you idiot. Besides for you, Francis, and on occasion Arthur no one even remembers my name not even my pet Polar bear remembers my name." He says a hint of darkness in his eyes. I just smile and throw my arm around him.
"You're over exaggerating." I laugh. He shakes his head.
"I wish I was but I'm not. One time we were at a meeting and Russia sat right on me because he thought I was a chair." I burst into laughter and easily dodge his blows smiling at him. But then my smile fades and my mood turns uncharacteristically serious.
"Mattie I'm serious though can you at least try to give me some advise." He sighs and nods.
"Fine give me a second though" We sat there in silence for a while my already short patience wearing out. "Well I think if you were in love you would think about the person all the time." check "If you were to see them cry you would want to cry to and want to do all in your power to make them happy again." check "If they were to die you would to." Check "You want to be with that person all the time." Check "You often find yourself wondering if they are thinking of you." Check "When you and that person hug or kiss you never want it to end." I smile deviously earning me a worried look from Mattie. "Any way why do you want to know do you think you love someone?" I look over at him wondering how much to tell him and smile.
"Yup I think I do but I need to check off the last box so see you later bro." I said patting his head and start walking to the door. But before I could I felt a tug at my sleeve.
"Al if he rejects you just know I'll always be there for you." He whispers looking up at me a blush coming across his face. I smile down at him and bend down gently kissing him on the lips.
"You liar." I murmur in his ear. He examines me clearly confused. "You said you never loved anybody." He just shrugs and looks away.
"I'm sorry I shouldn't have told you I mean you love him and we're brothers." I leaned down and kissed him again
"I promise that if I do get shot down then you can have me if you want." I say to the Canadian locking his gaze. He smiles and nods. With that he lets go and I quickly leave heading to his house hoping that I find out my jumbled feelings.
At England's house:
"Why the hell am I still sulking?" I yell throwing a nearby pillow at the television set. "I usually get over it by now." My voice instantly drops. "Why, Why, Why?" I repeat to myself. "I..I don't l…love h..him do I?" The answer come quickly and starling to me. "I do." I whisper and burst into tears. "I love Alfred F. Jones!" I scream at the top of my lungs tears coming down harder than before.
"And you act like that's a bad thing" said a familiar voice at the entrance of the living room. I turn around and gazed up at the blond super nation leaning against the frame of the entrance. All I could do is stare as Alfred walks over, bends down in front of me and press his lips firmly and passionately against mine. When we part I couldn't help but gasp. "Check" he says leaning forward to kiss me again but this time I, reluctantly, avoided his soft lips.
"Why did you come here, what do you mean by check, who do you think you are just out outright kiss…" I was cut off by his lips and frankly I didn't care I melted into his kiss drowning in the bliss of it.
"You talk too much." He says when we break for air again. "And you ask too many questions can't you be spontaneous once in your life." I gaze up at him thinking of a proper response to those statements but instead of saying anything I pull him into another kiss. I feel his lips curling up into a smile as I kiss him. He gets up without breaking the kiss and straddles me so he can get closer deepening the kiss. Before I knew what was happening I felt his tongue press against my lips asking permission to come in which I happily gave him. Our tongues did a quick battle of dominance which he quickly won. He explored my mouth running his tongue against the walls of my mouth causing a moan to escape. He broke the kiss once more leaving a small strand of saliva behind. He gazes meaningfully and passionately into my eyes. "I love you Artie with all my heart. And I'm extremely sorry for treating you the way I did. I mean I really had no right to do that after everything…."
"Oh be quiet you git." I interpret pressing my lips against his like he did the first time. We kissed some more but I stopped when I felt his hands starting to unbutton my shirt. "Alfred" I whisper to him.
"Do you not want to do this?" He ask love prominent in his eyes. I could tell he didn't want to force me to do what I didn't want him to do and while I loved that it was not my intention.
"Not here no, but I have a nice comfy bedroom up stares we could finish this in." I say seductively in his ear. He starts at me blankly for a second the a huge smile came across his face. He gets of me and before I could even blink he picked me up and carried me wedding style to my room kissing me all the way. When we get there he kicks the half cracked all the way open and once inside he kicked it closed. He gently places me down on the bed but to my surprise he breaks our kiss. "What is it?" I ask propping myself up with my arms.
"I need to do something." He said with a devious seductive smile. He runs over to my dresser and goes through my underwear draw.
"What the bloody hell are you doing you git." I snap then after a quick breath to calm myself down I seductively add "You have a pair of pants over here you just have to find them." I see him stare longingly over at me and I notice a huge bulge in his pants.
"As much as I want to take you up on that offer Artie I need to get a free pair right now. As for yours I'd like to take my time with that." And with that he pulled out one of my boxers, opens the door, slips the boxers on the handle, and shuts the door again. When I give him a questioning look he just smiled and said "so we don't get interrupted my love." He walks over and straddles me again, "Now where were we."
"Right about here." I say pulling him back into our kiss.
CANADA'S POV:
"I wonder how things turned out between the two." I ask myself as I walk up England's porch steps. "I didn't tell Al but I don't think all that hurt that happened between the two can disappear so easily." I knew I was just lying to myself. I knew how obvious how they felt about each other every one knew. It's just that I love him to much so my heart is telling me otherwise. I open the unlocked door and peek inside its still dark with a light in the kitchen on. I walk in quietly and explore the house. I find the TV on even though the Living room light was off. That's when I hear muffled talking. I head up stairs and notice only one light on so I head toward it. When I get there I notice boxers are on hanging off the handle. "Strange" I mummer to myself, that's when I hear what the muffled voices are saying.
"Oh god Alfred harder, harder" I hear the English man scream.
"Anything for you my love," I hear Al pant back.
"Oh go I'm going to…."
"Me…me to," and there's a simultaneous scream as there orgasms ramp through their bodies. I couldn't take it. I knew this would happen I knew and was resigned to that life. But I didn't know it would hurt this fucking much. I feel tears flowing down my face as I stare at the door listening to them saying sweet nothings to each other.
"I love you" I whisper "and I'm really happy for you Al." With that I ran and ran not sure what to do or where to go all I knew was that I needed to get away from that house. As I'm running I recall the conversation me and Al had before he left.
"You liar." He had said "you said you never loved anyone." No Alfred I was telling the truth. I think, Sure I loved you but no one's ever loved me. "I love you Mattie." I hear his voice say again in my head. I stop and collapse to the ground not sure of my surroundings but my body refusing to move. A sad smile crosses my face my tears come back full force "I love you to Al."
Ok so i was going to write a lemon in this story but i'm not sure how to right one for *Cough...Cough* their situation *blush* so yea i might think of it but i dont know anyways please review!