Ok so this is mah first Hetalia fic EVER… so please don't hurt me much X3

Note to all: grammar, spelling, and me don't go well together… so bear with me here k. ^^

Italics means they talk in their heads

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"Would you dance if I asked you to dance? Would you run and never look back? Would you cry if you saw me cry? And would you save my soul, tonight?"

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Arthur ran down the snowy street as fast as he could. He had to get away from Francis, he just had to, how could he do that to him after all the two had been through. It wasn't fair. He was in love with him; he stuck with him through all of the tough times, through all the fighting, through… everything. And after all of that… he left him.

Why?

He started to cry heavily. He tried to hold back the tears, he tried, but he couldn't. He then stopped running and sat there on the curve of the road. He sat there… and wept. He didn't care who walked by him, he didn't care everyone stared, he just wanted to cry.

Why did he leave me… what did I do wrong… where did I go wrong

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(Flashback)

Arthur woke up in the Frenchman's bed half naked and sheets on the floor. He reached for the sheets but ended up of the floor with them. Annoyed, he got up, got dressed and went down stairs. He then saw Francis sitting there in his chair reading a book. He walked up behind him and wrapped his arms around him. He loved him so much. He wished that this moment could last forever. Just him and lover, enjoying the morning, spending there days together, drinking tea and telling jokes, holding each other. He didn't want to go to the allies meeting that day, he just wanted to lay in bed with Francis and waste the day away.

All he wanted… was just to love him.

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Arthur started to cry even harder. All the memories of the two started to rush back into his mind like a tsunami, and not just some memories, all of them. The good ones, the bad ones, and the ones he wanted to forget. He then collapsed onto the side, him facing the sky. He watched the snowfall from the sky. Cold tears still running down his face. He tried to tell himself 'he didn't need him', but that would be lying, he needed him, no, he wanted him. How was he going to live without him? How could he ever move on after all they have been through?

"Arthur"

Arthur turned his head towards the voice that said his name. He then quickly sat up and wiped away the tears as fast as he could.

"A-Alfred what are you doing here"

"Well I was walking… what wrong"

"N-Nothing I-I'm fine" Not

"No you're not your crying something is wrong"

"Will you just leave me –"

Before he could finish Alfred had wrapped him in hug. Arthur, at that point, didn't care he wrapped his arms around him and cried into his shoulder. Alfred then held him closer to him. He didn't bother to ask him why he was crying or why he wasn't wearing shoes. He just held him and let him cry. He was a hero after all, and heros did help those who were in need. So, he held him.

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Alfred carried Arthur all the way to the hotel that he was staying at and laid him on his bed. After five minutes of him crying he had cried himself to sleep. Alfred sat next to him as he slept. It was really begging him as to way he was crying. He decided to ask Francis about it after the meeting. He would ask during, but they have a "secret" relationship so he decided to wait tell after. How did he come to find out about their "secret" relationship, just get Arthur drunk enough and he opens up like a book.

Alfred looked at the time and decided it was time to leave of the meeting. As he made his way to the door he looked back at Arthur. He left him a note and then left for the meeting.

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THIS IS JUST THE INTRO. THERE WILL BE LONGER CHAPPIES!

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