A/N: Okey so here's another fic. I switch their PoV's so I hope I don't lose you! Enjoy!
Arthur sat in the conference room staring at a tall, handsome blond. He was glad this blond was always so obnoxious and would never keep quiet. He used that as the perfect excuse to stare at him, that way if anyone asked or noticed he'd say "the git is just so obnoxious! How could I not stare at him! Just look at him making a fool out of himself!" That's what he'd say, but he knew he didn't mean it. He knew the reason he couldn't stop staring at the blond was because he was perfect. He was perfect in every way possible. His blond hair, his gentle blue eyes which darkened and lit up according to his mood and made the sky pale in comparison, the way his face seemed to glow whenever his face beamed a flawless smile, his laughter, his voice, the way he looked when he was determined, or angry, or happy, or sad, or working out, and sometimes even scared, his firm yet gentle hands, everything. He was everything anyone could ever want. Everything Arthur could ever want. Everything Arthur had always wished for, what he had searched the whole world for, sailing across the seas to find. Now that it was all right in front of him, he was still so far and out of reach. It had all been his once, he had been Alfred's big brother once, his protector and savior, his hero. His friend. His family. His whole world. Arthur knew all that was gone now, and it was never coming back, the days they spent outside, playing and laughing, the days when he'd give him piggy back rides, when they'd forget about the rest of the world. He remembered clearly when he taught a mini Alfred how to shoot a gun, how to eat properly, how to talk properly, how to dress, everything he needed to know as an educated man. Sure Alfred hadn't kept all of his lessons, but they enjoyed the times together… at least that what Arthur had thought. Whatever he had thought… he was clearly wrong, Alfred left him, and there was no going back now. No more days in the sun lying in the grass, no more hugging him to keep the ghost away, no more cozy nights in front of a fireplace during winter sleeping peacefully. Nothing; it was all gone.
He mentally shook himself. He was thinking of unnecessary things right now, no good was going to come out of thinking like that while Alfred was right in front of him, but he realized this a little too late. It was already too late to stop the emotions from overflowing in him. Arthur didn't have enough will power to keep living like this. He hated what happened to them. He needed Alfred… he needed his friend back, his shooting partner, his ally. Sure they were allies now, but it wasn't the same anymore. Every time Alfred would look at Arthur, it wasn't the same. His eyes weren't filled with respect, and adoration, and love for his cool big brother. Arthur couldn't even read his eyes anymore. He did the only thing he could do, and reached for his pocket. His hand grasped a rectangular device. Pulling it out he pretended to check a non-existing message from his boss.
"Pardon me, my boss told me he needs to speak with me urgently. I will fill everyone in later, excuse me for interrupting you fatso. If you will excuse me. Russia, China, frog, fatso, I'll be leaving now." He exited the room as fast as he could without seeming desperate to leave. The last thing he heard before exiting was America yelling something after him while the frog muttered something inaudible. It was along the lines of "who you callin' fatso you good-for-nothing cook!" Normally he would have gone back and defended his reputation, but getting into an argument with America today was not an option.
Alfred was really getting tired of this. England had been acting like a bitch lately, and it was really pissing him off. I didn't even do anythin' to him, why's he being such a… fudge-monkey. On the contrary of popular belief, Alfred didn't really like to curse that much. He would when his temper got out of control, but he really didn't like to. He remembered how odd people would stare at him when he cursed, so he stopped cursing—or at least tried to—but when England was around sometimes he couldn't help it. England was always so infuriating. He wanted to be seen by him, though. He liked it when England was staring at him, when he was watching him. He liked having England's attention, so one day England would realize, and publicly admit how awesome he was. One day he'd get England to say it in front of everybody. If he could do that, his life would be complete.
America hadn't realized that England knew how precious he was, he never thought it possible for England to cherish him even now, after all these years. So he continued to bicker about how much of a fudge-monkey England was in his mind. No longer being able to concentrate on his awesome plans to save the world from radioactive doves*, he ends the meeting with the excuse that he's hungry. Since no one wants to see/hear him trying to talk with a full hamburger in his mouth no one objects. America wanders the halls for a while, until he actually starts to feel hungry, feeling no need to contain his hunger he decides to go to Japan's restaurant**, surely Japan won't mind him coming as a client.
At times like this England realized he really had no friends. He was lonely, sad, and ready to smash anything that got in his way, yet he had no one to talk to. His magical friends weren't coming and he didn't know why, this only managed to make things worse. Fortunately he remembered he DID have one friend he could confide in: Japan. My watch says it only 12:30, the meetings usually last about two more hours, so I have plenty of time to go talk to Japan. I'm sure he won't mind the extra help I'll just check my mail and then head to Japan's. He stopped in the front to check his mail, when he opened the mailbox there was only one letter. It was from Sealand, he was tempted to just throw it out, but decided against it, he stuffed it in his pocket and commenced his journey to Japan's restaurant.
When England arrived the restaurant the little door had a "closed for break" sign in the front. How lucky, now I won't have to worry about costumers overhearing me. He knocked and then entered the unlocked building. As he walked in he could see Japan was sitting in one of the clear chairs in a table to the far right corner eating a bento***. He had packed Tamagoyaki with some rice balls on the side. He raised his head to greet England.
"Hero Engrand, care to join me for runch?" England was glad that Japan was inviting him to lunch, so he sat next to him still not being able to hide completely his nostalgic sadness.
"Sure, I wouldn't mind. I kind of wanted to talk to you about something… I don't know what to do about it, and since you're really smart—and my only human/personification friend—I figured you could help me out" He didn't really mind coming to Japan when he needed to talk, Japan was really good at sensing the mood and refraining from speaking. He was also a really good listener that had the best of advice, and they were good friends. He had first thought that their traditions and customs might interfere with their friendship, but it never did, so they enjoyed each other's company. One day Japan caught England staring at America, and no matter how much England denied that he liked him Japan eventually got him to confess. After all Japan is too smart to not notice things like that. After that they started talking even more, and Japan told England that whenever he had trouble dealing with his situation with Arthur he could go talk to him.
"Nani? What happened Engrand? You armost never need my herp. I do not mind, though. What did America do this time? Wait, I'rr go prepare some tea. You can start terring me what happened in the kitchen whire I prepare it." Japan never ceased to amaze England; he always knew just what to say. Not one to make people repeat themselves Arthur proceeded on to rambling on and on about the conference meeting on their way to the kitchen.
America arrived at Japan's restaurant and read the sign. Not one to care about what other people are doing if it affects his own needs he entered without knocking. He looked around and saw Japan's bento on the table. He suddenly heard two voices in the kitchen, one was obviously Japan, the other was familiar, but he couldn't really tell who it was. Being the curios country he was he silently approached the kitchen up to where their conversation became clear.
"And I don't know Japan, what should I do?" England? Since when's he friends with Japan? Didn't his boss call him urgently or somethin'? He was about to jump in and interrupt the conversation when it turned an unexpected direction, and he froze in place.
"I just stormed out of the conference room today," England said sighing "I knew if I stayed there any longer looking at those bright beautifully blue eyes of his it would have been worse. His voice is just too much for me to take sometimes, and all I could think about when he was talking was how wonderful it would be if all his attention was directed to me and only me. About how much I miss him, and the time we used to spend together," he ran his hand through his semi-messy hair and continued to sip his tea while waiting for Japan to answer.
"You know Engrand, you courd arways just terr him. It wourd make things a ritrre bit easier right?" England almost chocked on his tea, but managed to compose himself before the imminent coughing came.
"No bloody way, sure it would help, but I could never do that. The other countries would mock me, and I'm more than sure America would think I'm a freak or something of that sort. I just don't want to push him even farther away than he already is. I also can't be the laugh of all Europe. I have a reputation to uphold, and getting rejected by the world's currently most stable, and increasingly stronger country will be favorable to me. I can't just go around acting like a complete fool like he does." America was about to storm out of his hiding spot to yell at him for calling him a fool, but was cut off yet again by a phrase that made him involuntarily gasp.
"I hate the fact that I had to fall in love with someone like him," he snickered "It feels good to say it out loud." He smiled at Japan which was completely taken aback by the sudden change in attitude. "I Arthur Kirkland am in love with America Alfred F. Jones," as soon as he finished the sentence his smile quickly faded as his and Japan's head snapped to where they heard a gasp.
England just now noticed that America was standing by the opening in the wall that led to the kitchen. He fiercely hoped that he hadn't heard him, and that Japan didn't purposefully let him hear. His question was answered when he saw some emotion pass through Japan's eyes giving away shock. The rest of his face was unreadable as always, but England had been spending so much time with Japan lately, he learned to read his face and emotions.
"A-America?" Still hoping America hadn't heard him he tried to act casual—but failed epicly—and judging by his scarlet-red face he had heard enough. Still England dared to hope. "H-how lon-ng have you been standing there?" He asked trying to avoid America's eyes—and failded epicly yet again. His hair now hid his eyes which betrayed too much emotion for him to let anyone see.
"You what?" America yelped regaining his voice. "D-d-did I just hear what I think I did?"
"And what is that?" England said still trying to remain casual.
"You jus' said that you l-l-l-" before America could finish the sentence England cut him off trying to maintain his composure.
"I didn't mean for you to hear that… I-I…" His voice chocked ever so slightly, but it was enough to make England stop talking for fear that he might start crying. He couldn't allow himself to cry, not now. America suddenly said something that was so random to England and Japan that it was almost comical. Japan turned clearly showing confusion, which was a lot for the usually emotionally unreadable country.
"Do people love other people that're awesome?" Japan couldn't help himself and actually spoke.
"America, what are you tarking about?" America's eyes never left England when he answered with another question.
"If anyone loved someone else, would that make the other person awesome?" He said a little bit louder, not really raising his voice in anger it was more of… of… excitement…?
"America, what the bloody hell are you talking about?"
America wanted an answer to his question so he kept pressing the subject. I'll make him say it, in front of everyone. He'll say I'm awesome! Something inside him told him that was a really weird desire, and his rational part—assuming he has a rational part in his brain—kept asking him why would he desire such a thing. Because you love him. His subconscious kept repeating, he ignored his internal meltdown and asked England more directly.
"You love me right?" England blushed and stammered to find words, but before he could speak America continued. "I know you do, I jus' heard you. If you love me, would you say that makes me awesome?" England was surprised by the question and turned to face him; he thought America might be trying to pull a wool over his eyes. America's face was dead serious, if anything a little eager, but England was stubborn and didn't want to say it.
"I don't know, I guess so," America frowned.
"No, say I'm awesome!" America demanded. This only got England angry, and Japan retreated leaving the both of them to their argument.
"No," England countered defiantly. "Why would I say that? What would you gain from me saying that?" At this America just exploded.
"I jus' want the man I love to admit I'm awesome because that'd the best thing in the world, kay? Is that so wrong?" Realizing what he had just said America flushed, and tried to cover up his words. "I-I-I ment- ummm…"
"What? The who you what?" England said a grin rapidly spreading across his face. "Say it again," he demanded as he stood and slowly walked towards America who stood there flushing.
"I-I didn't say anythin' I jus-"
"Come on, Mr. World-wide Hero." England said in a sweet, smooth voice that somehow managed to maintain its authority. England was now determined to hear Alfred say that again; everyone knows once a Kirkland's determined, nothing will stop them. "Say it," he had reached Alfred already, and whispered the last sentence into his ear. Alfred turned and even darker shade of red—if that was even possible—and obliged to what England asked of him.
"I love you Arthur Kirkland," his strong arms pressed Arthur against him and he stood there hugging him for a few minutes while Arthur hugged back. Arthur finally spoke and cupped Alfred's cheeks in his hands.
"I love you too Alfred F. Jones," they stood there for a couple seconds staring into each other's eyes, when Alfred leaned in closer to Arthur's face and pressed their lips together in a sweet, sweet kiss.
A/N: Hey, so there will be a second mini fic to this. The letter he took form his mailbox comes into play, and it'll also explain why England's friends weren't there when he needed them :3 Hope you enjoyed! Review please! Oh and there will be an epilogue for The one I love. I'm still working on it though.
*Radioactive doves is an excuse he uses in another fic. The name is bodyswap by Shiva491, I really recommend it if you like funny fics! Btw this isn't shameless advertising, it's awesome promoting! :3 The fic deserves it!
**I'm pretty sure Japan doesn't own a restaurant, but I saw this on one of LucyMoon's one shot in her 100 Day APH Fnafic Challenge and thought that the idea was pretty cool. Again this is awesome promoting! They deserve it! :D
***Japanese lunch box. Kind of like a normal lunch box only the food varies to what an American would usually put in their lunch boxes. One of the most common bento meals is Tamagoyaki—Japanese style omelet. Also correct me if I'm wrong, do you say a bento, or just bento. Like he was eating bento, or, he was eating a bento. I'm not really sure.