England felt like he couldn't breath; All he could do was stare, dumbstruck. There on the mantel stood a toy soldier which England had made with his own two hands so many years ago, a plaything lovingly crafted for someone he was sure no longer loved him. Why? Why was it there? Tears slowly began to trickle down his cheeks.
"England!" America squeaked when he entered the room. "It-It's not what it looks li-." He stopped when the other man turned around to face him. "Dude, what's wrong?"
England didn't answer; But rather, he dropped to his knees and allowed a few sobs to escape his mouth. "You *sniff * you kept it. Why *sniff* would you keep it?"
America smiled a quivery smile. "Well, you did make it for me after all. I mean, what kind of dick would I be if I just threw it out?"
England buried his face in his hands as tears continued to flow from his emerald eyes.
America knelt down and put his arms around England. "Hey, everything's alright. Please don't be sad, England."
After a few minutes, England finally spoke up; "you don't hate me." He said it with just a hint of shock in his voice.
America was a little taken aback by those words. "Of course I don't hate you. Did you-did you think I did?"
"I wouldn't blame you if you did. All the things I did to you-."
"Don't matter now" America interrupted. "I'll admit, I was angry with you for some time. It took me a while to realize it, but I know now that you only did the things you did because you cared about me. I might not have always shown it as well as I could have, but I never stopped loving you."
England smiled and hugged America, resting his head on the younger country's shoulder. "I never stopped loving you either."
"That's good to know" America whispered, a single tear falling from his own eye.
Hmmmm. Somhow I thought this would be longer. But I hope you like it anyway. Please review!
