First Hetalia fanfiction! The italics represent England's thoughts, or I suppose his subconscious.
It was a quiet moment in the middle of the night. With the moon shining down upon the two, sleep came easy to the lovers that night. America was curled up, almost nuzzling England's chest while England simply smiled in his sleep. Soon though, as he always did, the nation of Britain awoke from his peaceful slumber, a grin still plastered on his face.
It was moments like this that the both of them lived for. (whether they were awake or not) Sometimes, England had thoughts (dangerous ones) that this (that they) were wrong. How could it be right to love your own "little brother," as it were? (it wasn't) After all, England had raised the nation, and he had called him a brother once. (this couldn't be right) Of course, America had made it clear just how "brotherly" they were – be it through their loving moments, or…otherwise. (the Revolutionary War) That still didn't change anything.
Truly though, England (had always) thought, it was (borderline) incest, after all.
But, (as always), the British nation remembers all the moments they had shared together (the moments they will share together) and thinks that (maybe) they were (would be) okay after all. He had always lived in the moment, hadn't he? America had taught him that. And so, the nation pushes away (as best he could) the poisonous thoughts before they can take hold (they'll be back though), and reminisces on happier times (happier places) -where he (they) could live out his (their) days in peace, without the discrimination and anger of the outside. Maybe, someday, they'll find that paradise. Perhaps though, until then, this was okay.
(just for now)