Author's note: I do not own Hetalia, but I do own the song/poem. I hope it's not to OOC!
"Ladies and Gentlemen, the next singer we have is, Arthur Kirkland." Said the man on the stage. It was a young persons club, for young people to write songs, stories or poems and share them with others. Arthur came here a few times. He would dress in his punk clothing, it didn't really matter what you wore, as long as it wasn't a sweater vest. Hell, he saw one girl in all black and another who looked quite normal, if there was such a thing. Arthur came to his club to get out all his feelings. He liked to sing, play guitar and write, he was English after all.
But tonight was not a normal night.
No, not at all. Tonight he was trying out a new song with new notes. Its not as if he would be booed. But he was worried about what HE would thing.
America, Alfred F. Jones had come to the club. That's why he was so nervous.
England walked out onto the small stage and smiled at the crowed.
He sat on the stool and lowered the mic. The last bloke was way to tall.
"Hello, I'm Arthur Kirkland and I will be singing a song I wrote called, Why?
He started to strum the cords, then he played the first note. After a small musical intro, he began to sing.
"You were my life
It cut like a knife
When you left me in the rain.
I was too proud
To say it out loud
And now I'm paying the price.
You wanted Freedom
I couldn't seen then
That I would lose you for that.
But now I see
Oh now I see
But I still don't know why.
Why did you leave me?
What did I do wrong?
Didn't I tell you I love you?
Baby, I was wrong!
Why can't you see
That I Still bleed
On the dreadful day
That day you left me.
Oh why can't you see?
Its been years
But the gunfire still
Rings in my ears.
I prayed for you to give up.
But we both were too headstrong
I was to damn wrong
For ever doubting you at all!
Oh why did you leave?
Why did you leave?
What did I do wrong?
Baby, please.
Oh baby please?
I guess its time to say goodbye.
But baby,
Can't you tell me why?"
He finished off, then, the crowd went wild. England smiled sadly and looked through the crowd for America. He saw him. America looked shocked. England didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
The one time I try to tell him how I fell and he's not happy! This is why I don't… He was pulled out of his thoughts when he felt warm lips on his. He saw America kissing him. He had no clue how the American got there so fast, but he didn't bloody care. He kiss him back. Some of the girls awed.
When they pulled back, America said, "I didn't know you felt that way Iggy."
England glared at him. "Well that may be because you're to thick to see it. And don't call me that!" America laughed and kissed his nose.
I hope you like it!