America's Secret

He hadn't meant to find out. Really he hadn't. But he had, and now America was holding his hands up to his mouth in shock and mortification that England knew. England's eyebrows were raised as he stared at his ex-colony. They stood in frozen silence for a few minutes before England burst out laughing.

"Hey! It's not funny, Arthur!" America shouted in embarrassment.

"Oh, it is definitely funny!" England retorted. The last time he had laughed this hard was when he had caught France wearing a dress!

America sputtered in rage but refused to say anything when he was this upset. After all, speaking when in a rage was how they got to this point in the first place. Instead, he opted for looking at England with a harsh glare and quietly seething. England saw the glare and his giggles died down.

"Really America? You're trying to keep that a secret? Who the bloody hell cares if you get an accent when you're angry?" England asked.

"It's not just an accent, Iggy! It's…..it's a southern accent…. And I obviously should care since you laughed at it!" America shouted.

"Just because I laughed at it doesn't mean anyone else will." England retorted.

"Go away, England. I'll see you at tomorrow's meeting." America said with his bangs covering his eyes.

"Fine… See you, then." England walked out of the room and to his own. 'Really, he shouldn't worry about it… maybe I should show him that…. I got it! Tomorrow I'll get America so upset, he'll speak in the accent and see that nobody cares!'

That night Arthur stayed up thinking about what would get America to be so angered that he would revert to his southern accent.

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All of the nations filed into the well-known meeting room. The first one in had been Germany (like always) and the last to arrive had been England. He was tired but the 'Anger America' plan was worth it. After Germany was done talking, America jumped up and started talking about some nonsensical idea of a giant hero to help the oil spill in his gulf (Or was it technically Mexico's?). Time for the action to start.

"So this giant hero would run on hamburgers and-"

"That's so bloody stupid America. Can't you come up with at least one good idea ya wanker?" England cut in.

Everyone stopped what they were doing to stare at England. Sure he had said harsh words before but he said these with such conviction that even America picked up on the seriousness.

"B-but Iggy, I always come up with good ideas…."

"Hah! You come up the worst ideas ever! I bet your brother- what's his name again?- could come up with much better ideas!" (A/N: Hahahahaha, poor Canada) England retorted.

America could feel his anger increasing, "Leave Matt out of this! At least my cooking doesn't suck like yours!"

That hit a nerve- it always did, "Well at least I'm not a stupid idiot who's obsessed with heroes and heart-attack hamburgers! I'm glad you're not my colony anymore!"

That was the final straw, America could feel the southern twang approaching but was too blind with fury to notice, "I….I…. I hate you so gosh-darned much! All a' y'all can just go ta' hell fer all I care!"

The observing nations eyes widened. America froze, bracing himself for the raucous laughter that sure to follow after the awkward silence. But there was no laughter.

"See? I told you they wouldn't care about your accent. We all have accents, Alfred, not just you." England said calmly.

"You… you did that to get me ta- excuse me, to speak in my accent?" America asked, bewildered.

"Yes, I did. Now do you see that no one cares?"

France stood up and walked over to America and placed a hand on his shoulder, "Oui, Amerique, none of us care. I have an accent to you, no?"

America nodded.

"So obviously, you have an accent to us!" France reasoned, "It doesn't matter if it is from the southern part of you or the northern part!"

America visibly brightened and said, "Haha, I guess you're right! Now like I was saying, we should use this giant hamburger-eating hero to…"

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Omake:

After the meeting England followed America to his room much like the previous night.

"Uh, Alfred?"

"Yeah, Artie?" America asked.

"About that stuff I said…. It's not true… Well, the hamburger-loving idiot part was true-but the part about being glad about you not being my colony….."

"It's okay! I know you were just saying things to rile me up!" America said cheerily.

England smiled, "Well, I'm glad. There's something else I want to tell you… I lo-"

"Good-night, Arthur!" America slammed the door in England's face. England stood there in stunned silence. And then he laughed. 'Still my idiotic little colony…'

Alfred listened to the bubbling laughter coming from beyond the door. It sounded so different from the mocking laughter of last night. It was nice, in a way. 'You don't have to tell me you love me. I know you do. I love you too…'