I was crying again. I didn't want to, but I couldn't stop. 'How could he do this to me? What did I do wrong?'

"Ah, mon cher, how are you?"

"Get away you frog! This is just as much your fault!"

"Ah, so you are still upset about your little Amérique?"
"Yes France, of course! He's like a little brother to me!"

"Ah, Angleterre, that is the reason why he left!"

"What are you going on about, you French bastard?" England had turned to face France, most of his tears drying up now.

"If he stayed with you, then he would have never been able to grow up! You realize that, right? That is why I helped him!" France walked over to me, putting an arm around my waist. "I cannot just stand on the sidelines while Amérique wants to be your equal! You know that, right?"

"He could be my bloody equal and still stand beside me! Doesn't he know that?"

"Even if was to become your equal, he would never be able to become your amour!"

"Wh-what! Why would he want that!" I started backing away, a wall hitting my head a few steps later.

"You do not see it? Angleterre, you are not that thick-headed, are you?" France said, trapping England to one spot.

"Of course not! He's almost like a little brother!"

"And that is why he wanted to break apart!" France threw his arms up dramatically, and then walked towards the door.

"If you really are that thick-headed, maybe you will never know. Which would be such a pity-love is never something you can replace"

"He doesn't love me like that France!" I shouted at him as he left.

"Does he?"

Just a short little one-shot about why America left him. Don't know why I wrote this, but feel free to review-it'll make me happy! :D