I Taught Him to Fight
A UKxUS Hetalia Oneshot
(Alfred's POV)
Everyone makes mistakes. Even Nations. And Nation's mistakes never affect just themselves.
"Arthur, are you there? Where are you," I called. He was watching the television in his study. I stood outside the door, ready to pounce inside and try to get him to go out to a concert with me. I doubt he would go, but it was worth a try with him.
"The greatest mistake I ever made," I heard him say, "Was teaching Alfred to fight." I jumped back. Me? Teaching me to fight was his greatest mistake? Why was that his greatest mistake? I could think of millions of other mistakes. Like refusing to take cooking lessons from Francis. Yeah. That was defiantly his worse mistake. He was talking to his "little friends" as he called them, but I called them stupid. Fairies and Elves and Unicorns? What kind of fool was he? I started to turn around,, but heard him continue. "My worst mistake was teaching Alfred to fight. The Revolution was eminent, no doubt there. I couldn't keep him under my control for long. He was getting anxious, wanting freedom. I couldn't blame him. I still can't. I didn't think he was ready. It took long past the revolution to know he was ready. But I do now. I just wish he wouldn't be such a git, and pay attention to the effects his decisions make on others!"
I was stung, motionless. I tried to look at him, though I couldn't. My eyes kept darting back to the floor. I turned around, and didn't hear him get up from his chair in the small office. My eyes were becoming teary, but I held it in, because a Hero never cries. I wanted to dart back, away from this moment, but an arm placed itself strongly on my shoulder. I knew whom it belonged to.
"Alfred," he started to say. I broke free of his grasp, and turned to face him. I looked down at him, eyes telling him I didn't want to talk. He ignored my silent plead, and continued, "Alfred you don't understand. My greatest mistake was—."
I cut him off, "I know exactly what your 'greatest mistake' was! Teaching me, if I heard you correctly."
"That's not what I meant—"
"Well then what did you mean," I snapped back, angrily. Then he did something unexpected. He pulled me into a hug. I stood there for half a moment, and then hugged him back. His face was nuzzled in my chest. I guess that's what you get when you're so much taller than him, as I was, I thought. He mumbled in to my chest, his voice barely audible, "You know I don't hate you, right?" I shook my head yes. We stood there, both of us engrossed by the other. I pulled away first, not willing to take the chance of another person finding us here. He nodded, and we walked to the kitchen. I shot him a cocky grin, one I knew he'd just love, and said, "I hate you, you know that?"
He laughed and nodded, "I hate you too, you git."
AN: Inspired by a picture I found on photobucket. Ask me for the link, If you wish to see it. I don't think its very good, by this idea, after seeing the picture, I had to write it. So, I hope you enjoyed it. By the way, the I hate you is Alfred and Arthur's way of expressing their love.