Broken Mirror
(( I do NOT own Hetalia Axis Powers, or any of the characters, I DO however, own this fanfic. =w= ))
Alfred was happy the day that he had decided to confess his love for Arthur Kirkland. He walked up to the Brit after one of many World Conference meetings, and asked to speak to him. "What do you want, git? I have somewhere to be." Arthur was frowning, something that always made Alfred a bit sad. You see, Alfred was the one at fault for why the British man never really smiled any more. His thoughts drifted for a moment, back to his childhood when his older brother would smile lovingly, brightly. Such a truly beautiful smile the man had… Of course, that smile was wiped away during and after the American Revolution. Alfred hadn't seen Arthur smile like he had used to, since the Revolution. Hundreds of years, since he had seen a look of true happiness on Arthur's face, and he was to blame. He had chosen to gain independence, not knowing how much it would rip Arthur and him apart, and though he didn't regret gaining his freedom, he regretted hurting the Brit..
That day, he poured his heart out to Arthur, explaining how much he really did love Arthur. All the while, Arthur stood there..his eyes wide. When Alfred finished, he had been expecting Arthur to hug him, to hold him close and to tell him how much he loved him in return. However.. Instead, Arthur slapped the American hard across the face, green eyes dark and emotionless, while tears gathered at the corner of his eyes. "Don't lie to me! Don't you /dare/ tell me that you love me! If you loved me, you wouldn't have left me! Why should I trust you again!" Alfred's eyes were wide and he slowly brought a shaky hand to touch his red, stinging cheek. No.. He..he wasn't being..trusted..? After all this time.. "Arthur..I l-love you..I wouldn't leave you.." He spoke softly, tears of rejection and hurt gathering in his eyes. "That's what you said before!" Arthur cried out, tears making their way down his cheeks and he slowly backed away. "I..I c-can't love you.. I won't!" The Brit turned on his heal and left, leaving a stunned, hurt, and depressed American in his wake.
Alfred walked home that day, finding the heavy rain fitting for his mood. He couldn't be trusted..not after betraying Arthur once before. He felt tears rolling down his cheeks, but he ignored them and walked into his house. He thought.. Wasn't the hero supposed to always get the love of their life? Though maybe.. Maybe this time, he was the villain. How many times had he made Arthur cry…? God knows Alfred didn't want to remind himself of that. Or..how many times had he betrayed or upset Arthur..? That..he didn't want to think of that either. He walked into his kitchen and slumped into a wooden chair, crying silently. So this is what rejection felt like.. He hated it. But what could he do? Try to regain Arthur's trust, of course. But..that would mean fixing hundreds of years of damage. Plus, Arthur may not even let him get close to him. After all, Alfred might hurt him again. Slowly he lowered his head to the table. He had had enough drama today.. No more. He just wanted to sleep, where at least in his dreams, Arthur would smile at him and tell him how much he loved him.
Alfred was happy the day that he had decided to confess his love for Arthur Kirkland. That day ended in rejection and sadness, not only for Alfred, but as well as Arthur. Eventually, they would trust each other more, but Arthur would never truly count on Alfred. Not ever again. The moral of this story? "Trust is like a mirror, you can fix it if it's broken. But you can still see the cracks in that mother fuckers reflection."
(( YES, I DID QUOTE LADY GAGA. 8U ))