Worth
By: ZekuRoku
Pairings: One sided Russia/America, and America/England
Author Note: Truthfully I was not going to write another chapter... But here I am continuing. I had too many awesome reviewers to just stop. But... I tend to ruin nice things as they go on. :( I sure hope this isn't utter fail. I had to consul with my my fellow Hetalia nerdy friends on where to take this. Let me know if I should redo the chapter...Seriously.
England was not yet use to the piercing screams that woke him every night for the past month and a half. His heart would always skip a beat, and in a panic he would roll himself off the couch and make a break for his and America's bedroom. There the American was, thrashing in a cold sweat, screaming England's name.
"Alfred..." He leaned down on the bed, attempting to avoiding the flailing. "Alfred." Still nothing, he sighed, "Alfred, I'm right here!" Grabbing onto the other's shoulder, he shook him awake. "It's just a nightmare!"
"A-Arthur..."America sobbed, wrapping his arms around his lover. "I'm s-sorry... I'm so sorry... I- I'm so sorry. Wi-will you ever forgive me? I didn't me-mean to!"
"Shhh, it's okay Alfred... Don't be sorry. You did nothing wrong," Noticing the other was calming down a bit, England sighed and held the blonde in his arms, stroking his hair in hopes it would lull him to sleep. "Just go to sleep... You're exhausted..."
The American sniffed a bit his eyes getting droopy, "I am sorry..."
England tsk'd, "Enough of that, Alfred..."
"Do... Do you love me, Arthur?"
A bit stunned, "Of course I do... You git," The words were whispered and affectionately rolled off his tongue. Rocking them back and forth he was quite certain the other was asleep. Warmly he kissed the American on the forehead and slowly made his way off the bed. He set the sleeping figure back down and pulled the covers up. "Sleep well Alfred..." England slowly making his way back to the couch.
"Arthur..."
The bright sandy blonde stopped in the doorway and looked back. So he wasn't asleep. "Yes?"
"Stay with me tonight... Please." It was more of a plea then a demand, voice holding a melancholic tone.
"Of course," The Brit awkwardly walked back toward the bed and scooted to his usual side, feeling a bit of panic when a pair of arms were wrapped around him.
"Thank you... I don't want you on the couch... I'm so-"
"Do not apologize anymore. You did nothing wrong. Now go to sleep."
Sweet silence filled the room, and England was feeling rather frazzled at the moment. Actually, he has been frazzled for the past month or so. Whatever was wrong with America has seriously put a rise on his stress levels. Though, he had assumptions. Unbeknownst to him, those assumptions were rather close to the problem that was at hand.
Just the mere thought of those bruises... Those bleeding cuts that had littered his America's body made him feel sick all over again. Someone had to have taken advantage of him, but if that was the case what was with America's guilt trip? What could have made it so bad that he felt unworthy to have England in the same bed as him? Whatever had happened must have been horrific. Whomever caused this would pay dearly.
These thoughts kept England up for hours on end, and he was sick of it. He had yet the heart to ask the American what had happened... It obviously was still touchy for him. But, how long would he have to wait? Months? Years? This guessing-no, waiting game could not go on forever. He loved Alfred. With all his heart, he loved him. It just hurt too much to feel as if their relationship was taking steps backwards.
Shifting a bit in the American's arms, he sighed and attempted to make his mind slow down so he could attempt sleep. He knew better than that. He wasn't getting any sleep tonight.
"I never said no..." A rasped whisper cut threw the silence.
England jumped, sitting up and causing the bed covers to pool into his lap, "Alfred, go to sleep..."
"You're not sleeping..." Those blue eyes refused to meet green, they stared directly toward the pillow laying under his head. There was a glazed distant look to them that made those eyes of green waver with unshed tears.
"Alfred... Are you okay? I mean, seriously okay?"
"I... I don't think so. Arthur, why are you here?"
Giving a confused look, "Um, because you asked me to be here?"
Receiving a hollow laugh in return, "Not that. I mean, why are you here with me? Still with me?"
"Have you not been listening? You stupid git, I love you..." England spoke with a sincere tone that sent America overboard into a fit of sudden sobs, burying his face into his pillow in attempt to hide. "What in the world... Alfred! What is wrong with you?" Once again he scooped the crying blonde into his arms, "I need to know what happened... I need to know who hurt you!" Instant regret seeped in as he felt the American's grip on his night shirt become tense.
"I never said no..."
Those repeated words sent a chill up the Brit's spine, "What do you mean?"
The sobs receded, but his face remained buried into England's shirt, "I let him defile me without saying no... I- I liked it... I never told him to stop. Even when you were on my mind, I still let it happen..." Arthur's blood ran cold. "Can you forgive me now?"
Just too many thoughts bombarded the Brit's mind. "Wh-what?" His voice betrayed the hurt and he mentally cussed to himself. Things were taking a bit of a drastic turn.
Author Note: Oh snap! The plot thickens... Next chapter will have the Russia and England confrontation! Please review! :)
