I Thought it Would be Easy
Both country and human names will be used, so if you do not know them, here you go: Alfred=America and Arthur=England.
A/N: Okay, so this is my first fanfiction. Please do not flame me or any shit like that, because I am a noob. I have accepted this, and I hope you will, too. If you cannot seem to fathom the noobiness of this, then fuck off. It's as simple as not telling me your thoughts about it. I do accept criticism, though. Please give me constructive criticism when you are finished reading. I would greatly appreciate it.
Oh, and there is smut. You have been warned…
Alfred was tired and crying. He could not seem to ignore it; he could not get it out of his head. It was the fourth of July, and he couldn't sleep through the fireworks that went off last night. He never could seem to enjoy them, for they were celebrating the day of independence for his country. He, however, decided to mourn on that day. It was the day he cut off relatively all ties with Arthur, his caretaker and lifelong crush.
He tried everything he could to forget. He just wanted that image to be erased, but it was burned into the back of his eyelids, it seemed. It was in perfect detail, the emotions flowing from England's eyes were too much. They were full of anger, sorrow, confusion, but above all, betrayal. Arthur was on his knees, looking up to him in defeat. He didn't know why Arthur didn't shoot him at that moment. He was defenseless, and Alfred did so much to hurt Arthur that he couldn't think of any reason as to why England didn't end his life right then and there.
America stopped thinking about it long enough to look at the time and realize that the world meeting was beginning in 30 minutes. "Shit…" he mumbled, dragging himself out of bed reluctantly. He immediately went to put some coffee on and took a quick shower. With 20 minutes left, Alfred grabbed a cup of coffee quickly and hopped into his car without breakfast.
He put the key into the ignition and started the car, sipping his coffee and shaking his head a little bit, still not fully awake. America might not even arrive too late, for he slept at the house nearest the meeting location last night.
Alfred was at a red light when he thought aloud, "Maybe I should talk to him about this…problem of mine," his problem was, of course, referring to his love for the man. He thought for a second more, "No, that would be stupid. You'll only hurt yourself when he turns you down."
The light turned green, and he pressed down on the gas, reaching his designated parking spot with 5 minutes to spare. He noticed that Arthur's car was next to his. "God damn it…Damn it all." He thought aloud once again. It figures they would pull some shit like this… Feeling a sudden twinge of pain clench around his heart, he tightened his fist and gritted his teeth. "No," he told himself. He was not to get all worked up over it now.
He walked briskly towards the door of the building. Entering with no problems, he barely made it in time. "Hey guys! I'm here, so don't worry! The world isn't going to fall apart!" He smiled hugely despite the conflicting emotions. He saw half of the countries roll their eyes, some accompanied by a scoff.
"Just sit down, America," Germany demanded. Apparently, Ludwig wasn't really up the American's mood at the moment.
He did as he was told, placing his rear in the seat across the table from Arthur. The meeting went as it normally did with a few interruptions (from himself, of course). Not too long later, Francis just had to start a fight with Arthur, and Arthur just had to continue it. He obviously did not understand that Francis wanted him to fight back. Ludwig decided to call the meeting to an end before they really got into it. Once the fighting starts, it isn't stopping for a while if they allow it to. Alfred sighed and packed up his things, remembering to put on a smile as he walked out of the door.
When he got down into the parking lot, his car, Arthur's car, and Francis' car were the only ones there. Al reached into his pocket for his keys, "God damn it…" he mumbled to himself, realizing that he left his keys in the meeting room. He walked back into the place and tried walking into the room, only to have the door open and a man run right into him.
"Ah, bloody hell," Arthur swore. His papers went flying everywhere, and he really didn't need that frog to come up and try molesting him again. "Who the he-," his sentence was cut short when he saw who he just collided with. He looked Alfred up and down before standing up. "Hello, Alfred."
"Hey Arthur," he responded. "I was just uh…coming to get my keys." He walked past Arthur and got them off of the table. He decided to help Arthur pick up the papers he unintentionally knocked over.
Arthur noticed Alfred get down to assist him in the gathering of his documents. "So…how have you been?"
"I've been doing great!" he lied, smiling to help it out. "How about you?"
"Like you care…" he answered. He was just trying to turn off the silence, but now he really doesn't feel like talking to him, "You haven't spoken to me in years."
"I never knew you wanted to talk…or I would have," he was shocked that Arthur would speak so coldly towards him over something that he thought wasn't a big deal at first.
"You never cared enough to figure out if I wanted to or not!" his face soon became red with anger, "You just stayed away! Never calling, never visiting! Hell, you never even looked at me! I thought you hated me!"
"Arthur!" he cut him off before he could say anything he would regret, "I do NOT hate you!" his voice softened and he looked at the ground, "I-I love you."
Arthur's eyes went wide, then slimmed into slits, "THEN WHY THE HELL DID YOU LEAVE ME LIKE THIS!?"
He flinched as Arthur reached a volume he didn't think was possible to reach, "I thought it would be easier to stay away. I thought that if I didn't see you anymore, then my feelings would die away."
Arthur took a little while to respond, calming down his breathing and standing up now that his papers were altogether. "Well, did you ever think that I could have felt the same way?" He stomped out of the building and to his car.
Now was Alfred's time to go wide-eyed and be the hero. He ran after Arthur, not planning on letting him escape to easily. After such a confession, who would? He caught up to him fumbling his keys; he placed a hand on his shoulder, "Arthur, please." He wasn't even quite sure what he was asking for.
"What the hell do you want?" he turned, looking Alfred in the eyes.
The American took a chance and crashed their lips together. His arms wrapped around the man's waist, and he could feel Arthur kiss back just as passionately. Arthur cut it off abruptly and pulled away, obviously wondering what made him kiss back.
"I can't let you do this…" he was mumbling. He got his door open and sat down. "I can't let you break me again." With that, the closed the door and drove off.
Okay, so I'm too lazy to type up the rest of it. I'll have it up either later today or tomorrow. The next part will be completely smutty. There is your warning.