A/N: Ok this didn't happen. I actually made up this part. And yes, there are still some gaps on what America did but that's gonna come up later. Oh and he lied if any of you were wondering. Well it was in the email. Just saying.

"Best regards to you and your future 'best friend',

Arthur Kirkland."

The older nation ended his farewell email to the American. He sighed deeply. Britain didn't want to do this but he needed to. Alfred needed to know he was lying to Britain and he needed to stop. Britain didn't want to be friends with a someone who constantly lies to him. You couldn't imagine what went through his mind when he saw what America did and had. It felt like he didn't know America anymore. Even if he raised him, taught him everything, influenced him greatly, the younger blond still lied to the older one.

Britain just wanted America to die. To shrivel up and die in a hole like how he wish France would. He wanted to forget America, erase him from his memory. But Alfred promised Arthur something. Something important. He'd brought his chubby little pinky up to meet Arthur's, and they'd both looked deep into each other's sparkling eyes and swore that they would never part.

So why would he lie like that?

Because as America grew up and became more independent, he made his own decisions and opinions but chose to keep them hidden. So what? Like that mattered! It didn't matter when he stopped sleeping with him when he got nightmares. It didn't matter when he hated Britain's cooking. It didn't matter when he acted the exact opposite of what Arthur remembered.

"I doesn't matter," he mumbled to himself. Britain felt satisfied as he pressed the send button to America. He bet he wasn't even up off his lazy ass yet. That stupid git never woke up early. Britain got up and flopped onto his couch. He stared at his ceiling and dazed off, entering sweet bliss and his dream-filled mind.

America was about to fall into a black abyss as he held for his dear life on the edge of a extremely steep cliff.

"Don't let me fall Britain!" he begged. "Don't let me die here!" Britain just stood there with a blank face starring down at the younger nation, questioning himself if he should help or not. Alfred just looked at him with a gaping mouth. "Britain! I'm gonna fall! Wouldn't you help me? I thought we were best buds dude!"

Both nations heard the piece of rock crack as it started to give in to America's life. The hanging nation's eyes grew wide as he realized it was a more 95-5% chance that he'd live. He egged (A/N: not begged. Egged is a real word) more on Britain. "Britain! Please!" His eyes pleading with everything they got. Yet Britain just stood there.

"I can't trust you anymore," he simply responded. "Not after what you've done and what I saw." Arthur turned around, not wanting to see Alfred falling to his death as he heard the rock crumble away and Alfred free falling down the cliff into the abyss.

A/N: Me being dark much? Lol! Nah, I just wanted to build suspense! And I bet I did. Please follow~!