Nothing More

Alfred/ America and Arthur/ England's thoughts about each other after they separate. Names used. Not mine!

Alfred sat in his room, alone. Mathew was out doing something somewhere with someone and he was by himself in the deadly silent house. It hadn't been long since he separated from England and he was still feeling funny. It had been, at least three weeks since he moved in with his brother and he's been in a sort of daze, only doing something when Mathew said to.

It was dark in the room and the only lights came from the candle on his nightstand, and the full moon outside. He stared over at the bomber jacket that had been a present from Arthur, and sighed. Maybe this was a mistake, maybe I should've stayed with him. Alfred was constantly worrying if he'd made the right decision in leave the comfort of England. Then He would always correct himself, No, I wanted to be and independent country and now I am, Whether he likes it or not.

A shrieking sound caused Arthur to jump almost ten feet in the air. This house is too quiet, he thought as he ran to get the phone. Sliding across the floor in his socks,he reached the phone.

"Hello, you've reached America's household, Alfred speaking and whom may I be speaking to?" He said cheerily into thje phone. It was silent for a moment, and he thought this might've been one of the other nations pulling a prank on him. "Hello, is anyone there?" He askjed again.

"Alfred, it's me, Arthur. Can we talk?" That voice he dreamed about said. He hesitated in answering.

"That depends, about what exactly?" Even though he already knew what was coming, he wanted to here what the Britishman had to say.

"I wanted to know if you'd reconsider your choice. You could always come back, I wouldn't be angry with you." Arthur's voice had a hint of a tremble to it. So he really wanted Alfred back.

"My answer is the same as it was when I left, I wanted independence so I got it. I'm sorry if it upsets you but it's my choice and it always will be." Silence.

"I see, well I'd say it was a pleasure having this conversation with you, but I don't like to lie. Good night Alfred." A click told him that his father had hung up.

Slowly Alfred headed up the staircase again.

He'd hung up before his son could hear how broken he sounded. It was much more noticeable than before, now that he knew the decision was final. He wasn't coming bace and Arthur just needed to get used to that. A tear ran down his cheek as he walked to his room. He managed not to be seen by anyone on the way and when he reached his destination, he locked the door. Sitting down on his bed, He couldn't hold it in any longer and started crying into his hands. I loved him, I raised him, I cared about him more than anything and he just goes and throws it all back in my face.

At some point he'd ended up under his covers drifting off to sleep when he heard the childish voice that plagued his past. His mind drifted off into a memory

It was sunny in the meadow, and it was finally warm enough to wear summer chlothing. Alfred and Mathew loved nothing more than summer chlothes, except spending time with their father, who was currently unpacking the pic-nic.

"Father, Father look what I found!" A young Alfred bounded up to his father, holding a butterfly in his hands. He looked so young, with his short form, and chubby cheeks. Arthur kneeled down so he could see the butterfly, "Very pretty Alfred, did you show your brother?" He nodded his head, "Yeah, he was looking at the lake when I showed him, and he got so scared that he fell in, and now he's drying off."

As if on cue, a wet looking Mathew trudged up to them, surprisingly smiling.

"What is it Mathew? Did you find something too?" Alfred said when the other boy produced a pale full of mud. Alfred took off like lightning, Mathew flooing him, throwing handfuls of the mushy dirt at his brother, both giggling like madmen. Arthur smiled at the two, knowing they'd be great countries soon, very soon, too soon.

At some point during the night Mathew had returned to find Alfred lying on the couch, a pillow in his hands and he was murmering unintelligible to human ears. Mathew, knowing that he wouldn't wake up, went to get a blanket. Haha, sucker. I'm not really asleep. Alfred thought as his brother left.

Mathew came back with a blanket and covered him with the quilt. Shortly after he left to go to his room. He really shoud get some sleep, there was another council meeting tomarrow and he needed to be rested up so he could deal with all the stress that comes with a meeting. Slowly but surley he drifted off to sleep, knowing that he and Arthur could be nothing more but two separate nations.

Ok that was the first chapter. Just a heads up, I've never actually seen the whole series before, so if I got something wrong, please, PLEASE tell me and I'll fix it. Btw, that memory, as far as I know, is mine completely so if you were confused and were like 'when was this?" now your not confused.

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