This is written for the HetaChallenge Historical Table. Claim is America. Prompt was #8- Betrayal. For more information, please check out my Livejournal (link should be in my profile).
Based on a press conference between American president Barack Obama and French president Nicolas Sarkozy, back in January of 2011. Obama had stated, "We don't have a stronger friend and stronger ally than Nicolas Sarkozy, and the French people," so I just kinda played off of that.
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England wasn't normally the silent one at the world meetings. Yes, everyone was aware that America had a large mouth and took up most of the time of these meetings, but England would always voice his own opinions, too, or at least belittle what another country thought. Therefore, it slightly nerved everyone when he simply sat there, shooting glares at France or America every so often, playing with a pen and paying as little attention as possible to the meeting.
When it was finally declared over, America followed him out of the room, wanting to know what was bugging England so much. "Iggy? You okay? I'm sorry for rambling back in there, it's just that I thought my idea was best but no one else was agreeing with me so I wanted to continue talking until they saw the awesomeness that-"
"Would you just kindly shut up?" England hissed, finally spinning around. "I could care less about you and your idiotic plans, America. And, furthermore, my name is England, not Iggy." He crossed his arms over his chest, gritting his teeth together in what looked to be an attempt to not start screaming.
It was ordinary for England to call America's plans idiotic. It was ordinary for England to snap at his nickname. However, it wasn't ordinary for England to look so downright angry, so hurt, so lost. "What's wrong?" America asked, instantly concerned. He didn't think he did anything too bad today. It was the usual arguing and bickering and England should have been accustomed to that by now, having attended these meetings for more years than anyone would have kept track of.
England's rather large eyebrows were raised in surprise. "You don't know?" he asked, shaking his head with disbelief. "You don't know?" Some sort of smile was beginning to form, though it was more or less hysterical. "You don't know what's wrong with me, America? Are you honestly that ignorant? Do you honestly think you can get away with this, putting me down in front of the entire world and expecting me to be so very thrilled about it?"
"Put you down?" America blinked. "England, when did I put you down? C'mon, you know we're best buddies and I-"
And that's when England slapped him. America hadn't been expecting such a little guy as England to slap hard, but he truly did. Texas went flying across the floor and America was too shocked to do anything about it. "You're a complete arse," England whispered. "To think...to think I actually thought..." He trailed off and swallowed thickly, taking deep breaths. "Obviously, though, whatever feelings I had for you don't mean a damn thing, do they?"
Blue eyes widened in confusion, America replied, "I'm sorry, England, but I don't understand what I did wrong."
England gave a bitter laugh, running his hands through his hair. "Oh, this is hilarious, America, utterly hilarious. After all you have done to me throughout the years-"
"What the hell have I done, England?" Now starting to get angry, America glared. "Quit beatin' around the bush and tell me. I want to know what I did to upset you."
The smaller nation sighed, refusing to meet America's gaze. "Your president and France's president had a press conference the other day." He seemed to hesitate before sighing once more and continuing on. "Your boss declared that...that the United States has no greater ally than the French." England finally looked at America, frowning and seeming quite upset. "And, well...I tried telling myself that I wouldn't care, but I do, America. I do. I care so much it hurts. How could you think that France, out of all countries, has helped you more than I have? I understand saying it about Canada or...bloody hell, even Mexico, for goodness sakes, but why France? Have I not assisted you in these wars you're currently engaging in? Have I not done all I can to be there for you? What happened, America? We had that whole 'Special Relationship' thing, and I truly thought...I really wanted to believe that it meant something to you."
That sent America panicking. "Wh-what? England, you...wait, hold on, I don't hate you, England! I swear, I don't! It was-"
"It was what? A misunderstanding?" England scoffed, rolling his eyes. "How typical of you, America, to brush this entire thing off as if it was nothing. I don't even care anymore, alright?" But it was a lie. His voice betrayed how he was really feeling, how much it was tearing him to pieces on the inside.
"England, I don't hate you! I don't! Look, I know it must seem pretty...crazy, but, believe me, I don't think that-"
"Forget it, America." England moved away from America. "I was a fool. I was a terrible fool for thinking that you would ever appreciate me, appreciate how exactly I felt about you. Obviously, though, America, you must have better ties with the French, despite our lengthy history together, despite all we've been through and everything I've..." He stopped, then laughed. "Isn't it funny, America? I waited so long for you, and it was all in vain."
America's heart was racing. He didn't want England to leave on such a bitter note! He wanted to continue being friends, but nothing he could say would make the island nation listen to him. "England, please don't leave me like this! I'm sure my boss didn't mean anything! He was just trying to make France's boss happy and-"
"America, do you love me?" England asked, staring up at America with such seriousness that it took America back a step or two. "Did that Special Relationship mean more to you than just a silly title?"
More than anything, America wanted to say yes. America wanted England to stay by his side as one of his closest allies. But he couldn't lie. He didn't have any sort of romantic feelings towards England. "I can't love you in that way," America whispered, hating himself so much for the heartbroken look that fell over England's face. "I'm so sorry."
England cleared his throat. "Well." He seemed to be at a loss with everything- words, feelings, life in general. "Okay. I see you made yourself clear." As he started walking away, America called out after him.
"Wait, England, where are you going? Please don't do this, we can still be friends!"
Over his shoulder, with his voice wavering, England said, "France is a much better friend than I am, America. Just leave me be." He quickened his pace until he was out of sight, leaving America standing alone in the hallway. With a resigned sigh, the superpower bent to pick up his glasses, feeling empty and lifeless and rotten.
Considering I heard Obama made a speech to apologize, I might make a sequel with a load of comfort and huggles and happiness, mainly 'cause I hate dealing with unhappy endings. DX If you wish to view the press conference video, type in President Obama & French President Nicolas Sarkozy Press Conference on YouTube and it should be the first thing- quote is at 2:45.
Anyway, the British were very pissed about this whole thing, and it put a damper on the Special Relationship. So...yeah. Thus the idea was formed.
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