Hi! So I don't own hetalia. Im ONLY writing this because, after looking for quite some time, I CANNOT seem to find a true sad UsUk story! It makes me so upset! :( Anyways... It will say whose POV it is... Enjoy! :)

Alfred = America
Iggy or Arthur = England
Francis or frog or other similar insult = France

Flash backs are italicized.

Iggy's POV (Point Of View for those of you who don't know)

I clutched my captain america build a bear. I remembered when I'd ordered France to get one for me... France... Even though I hate the damn frog, he has been there for me ever since... ever since he left.

It's 1776, and the Revolutionary war just ended. I am depressed. The only person who'd ever liked me (other than the frog) just left me. Its not like he'd care anyways. I cried there for hours after he left... I cried and cried and cried. Of course the bloody frog had to take Alfred's side in the war. I heard someone walk up, and -still sobbing- lifted my head. Its Francis. Of course. However, he holds out a hand to me, and offers to take me to a bar. I of course take him up on the offer to drink my problems away. Why wouldn't I? Afterwords. When he sees me curling up on the couch crying into a book, clutching a pillow, he asks if there is anything he can do for me, to make me feel better. I tell him to get me some custard and a stuffed animal. Something to comfort me, anything. He comes back with custard fish sticks, and a half sewn large teddy bear. The bear has Alfred's hair color for fur. Its also wearing an American uniform... Alfred... After Francis finishes sewing it I hug and squeeze and cuddle with it for a very long time. It made me feel better. I will treasure this forever.

The original teddy bear is long worn out. Frani-the frog keeps making me new ones. Each time his (Alfred's) military uniform is changed Fra- frog face makes me a new teddy bear, and recently he's just started buying them. This new company called build-a-bear just came out, so Francis and I went to make one, that we would use until we HAVE to get a new one. We told the employees it was for our little brother, Matthew. I guess he bought it. It was tons of fun and lifted my mood a lot. We fooled around a lot, and it looks totally durable, so it should last longer than the last few. Then he points out a super hero costume. We immediately buy it, and when we get home Francis (ahh. What the heck. I only have to call him a frog in public so he doesnt get the wrong idea. We still hate each other in public.) sews on an american flag... Its quite possibly the second best day of my life. (The first obviously being when America chose me.)

I sit in front on my tv curled up on the couch watching BBC. Merlin, because Doctor Who is in between seasons. I'm gorging myself on custard (on fish sticks...) and ice-cream. I haven't moved in a few days... except when France come over. He brings more custard and fish sticks and ice-cream, along with casual clothes, and tells me what to do (shower, read something, move my depressed ass, etc.) Of course, he's been helping me for some time.

... That stupid American asshole just had to treat it like a joke. He just had to.