Idon't: Hello everybody, I'm here with a one-shot I wanted to do to thank somebody, The Legend of Derpy. This is a UsUk one, with very, very minor FrUk. Never thought I would say that.
Enjoy, and I don't own Hetalia.
"Angleterre," France purred over at Britain, "Why don't you come and sit by me, I mean, we are just across from each other." He said this, looking right over at America, knowing the young nation like the one who founded him.
"Stay away from me, Frog!" Britain said, sitting down near China, away from the two.
"France," America started at the Frenchman, "stay away from him, he hates you, and you do know that?"
"Non, he doesn't, he kissed me, at his house, and he didn't even struggle." France said, lying a little bit about that. Truth was, France was the one that kissed Britain, Britain then started to beat the living poo out of him.
"He wouldn't!" The American spat at him, his normally cheerful eyes cold with hatred and anger.
"If you to bloody idiots are done fighting, Russia has something to say!" Britain spat at France and America.
Not listening to a word Russia was saying, America thought of what France had said. Was it true? Britain would sit by France a lot, and start over at him. Maybe France wasn't lying.
Tears started to pool on his deep blue eyes, spilling over. He stood up, earning four sets of eyes looking at him, and ran out, crying. He ran outside, shoving the guard out of his way. Running until he couldn't anymore, he stopped at the library, somewhere where people wouldn't think to look for him. He was glad one of his daughters, Missouri, said he could use one of the small towns City Hall meeting rooms for this meeting.
"Poppet," America heard the voice he loves the most, "are you ok?"
"Why do you care?" America sobbed at him, words dripping with venom and anger, "go back to France!"
"What are you talking about?"
"You should know! You kissed France!"
Britain's voice hardened, "No you blimey idiot, that Frog kissed me."
"France told me that you kissed him."
"He was lying, love."
"You haven't called me that since I was your Colony."
Britain pondered, "Your right, I haven't."
Smiling, America hugged him, "It's good to know you didn't kiss him."
"I wouldn't, because I love you."
Britain leaned downward to kiss the shocked American, wrapping his arms around his neck, eyes closed.
America, stared at him, eyes wide with shock when he kissed him. He just went with it, enjoying the feel of his loves mouth on his.
When they finally pulled apart, America asked how he knew where he was.
"I followed you. Idiot!" Britain replied, kissing America again.
There we go, I didn't know how to end it, so I ended it there. Was it good? This was the third thing I wrote today, I'm on a roll! See you all later.
