I still do not own Hetalia.


Arthur sighed, placing the picture of him and Amelia on the dusty table in front of him. He looked at it for a moment, then down at his hands. "Why did you leave me?"He whispered to himself, his thoughts still trained on his deceased spouse. He shook his head and buried his face in to his hands. "Why?"

The memory… The memory of when they first met completely surfaced. School. College to be exact. It was their first year, and full of new promises, as well as new people. There were strange people, smart people, crazy people, quiet people, all sorts of people. This vast amount of personalities and social statuses made up the staff and students of the private college. It was a wonder how some of the people got in there, honestly, now that Arthur thought about it. His thoughts eventually wandered to his first course… And where he had met Amelia.

"Why? Why do I even have to be here?"A blond girl seated next to Arthur groaned dramatically. Arthur rolled his eyes as he and the many other students gathered in the large room awaited for their first class of the year. He couldn't help but cast a disapproving glance at the girl. It was their first day and she was already complaining about classes. Boy, would she be howling later. He would expect her to take this more seriously, mainly since this was a law class in a private academy. Arthur figured that she was one of those people who just went to school to get a title, or something of the sort. This, of course, made him internally want to groan. Why would somebody come here just to update their social status? Of course, he was yet to find out how much this reluctant girl could prove to be one hell of a lawyer.

Arthur kept to himself, though, now growing somewhat impatient for the class to start. He had taken this course to follow the path to his dream career in Law. He had always wanted to be a lawyer, someone both respected and hated in a courtroom. It sounded good to him. His parents had always wanted him to be someone with a well-paying and well respected job. Although they did tell him this, they would have liked him to be a police officer. Sure, being a lawyer wasn't what they really wanted, but it was good enough. Plus, ever since he had decided to move to America, he found that there were plenty more of careers to choose from.

This time she had actually poked him in order to gain his attention. What was this, elementary school? The British man threw a scornful look at the optimistic looking young lady. What did she want?"Hey, Eyebrows;"She whispered to him, his disapproval at the nickname he had apparently been presented visible on his face. Nevertheless, she continued."Guess what?"She didn't give him a chance to answer as a smile appeared on her face."I'm gonna be the heroin of the courtroom when I get out of here. The law will be aided by me, Amelia F. Jones, and I need someone to be a witness."She stated, her smile broad.

Arthur could not believe this."Do you really expect me to be this witness of yours?"He asked rhetorically, although to his slight surprise she answered."Yeah, dude! I need someone to do it, so why not you? You should be honored."Well then. Arthur decided to not waste any more time and just rolled his eyes and sighed. "Alright. I will be your witness or whatever it is you want."He stated, knowing full well he wouldn't seriously do this. He decided not to tell the truth to the girl, though. Well, her reaction stopped him, actually.

She was genuinely happy, believing, trusting. "Awesome! I'm Amelia, by the way."She introduced herself with a grin. Arthur stared at her for a moment then remembered his manners."I am Arthur."He stated simply as the class finally began. He didn't know why he bothered to even introduce himself. It wasn't like he was going to talk to her again.

Arthur lifted his face from his hands. It was such a simple way of meeting somebody so significant to his life. He sighed, although a phantom of a smile appeared on his face for a single moment. "She was always big on introductions."He muttered to himself once again. Then, quiet. The silence allowed him to visit his memories once again. Unbelievably, he could recall a few of the days after that fateful day as they flashed in his mind.

A week later, the two had surprisingly been acquainted quite well. It was a just a friendship of course, and both were content with it. Sure, from time to time Amelia annoyed Arthur and Arthur put a stop to Amelia's mischievous ideas quite a bit, but both still stayed friends.

It was quite amazing how close the two had grown, and many figured that they had already known each other. This was soon after explained to not be the case. They were just simply meant for each other as friends. Friends… Arthur had always tried to wipe away any ideas of having a true relationship with Amelia. They had only met a week ago, for Pete's sake! But even after this, he couldn't help but always admire her smile, her laugh, and her happy-go-lucky spirit.

A few more weeks had passed, courses were taken, and pranks happened, friends and enemies were made, normal college academy things. Throughout this Arthur and Amelia stayed friends and along the way began making new ones. Curiously enough, all were from almost every corner of the Earth. Arthur, for the most part though, found some of these people obnoxious, annoying, or both. There were a few exceptions, though, such as a certain American.

Of course, there were also… Not so much friends. It was funny actually. Some of the students just didn't get along, such as Arthur, with other students, or have already had a bad past with others. Once again, Arthur was guilty as charged. Amelia… Not so much. Arthur could obviously tell that it wasn't her herself in general, just her ego and certain personality traits. People just found her too loud, and so patriotic that it got to the point that she was annoying. Not to mention a few certain habits of hers.

This couldn't be helped, though, so he just watched as the American constantly got disapproving reactions from college students and teachers. One day, though, she had gotten more than she bargained for .This was unintentional, of course. She just happened to have flirted with the wrong person at the wrong time.

It was a regular day like any other, nothing much out of the ordinary happened. The school day was drawing to an end. Many of the college students were getting ready to return to their dorms, Arthur included. The British man was making his way out of the main building when he heard a commotion not far from the exit. Arthur decided to investigate what was happening, and rounded a corner to be met with Amelia and somebody he didn't quite recognize. It was another male, a blond man whom Arthur did not really talk to, although he had seen him in one of his classes. He couldn't recall the young man's name, but at the moment it did not matter to him.

Whoever this guy was, he was hitting up on Amelia, and she clearly was not comfortable with it. She was trying to get away from the blond, and from what Arthur saw she was trying to make excuses in to getting out of the situation. Arthur could not believe he was seeing. Something inside him was beginning to awaken, a hot, ugly feeling he was not familiar with. Something called jealousy. This was different from when Amelia was flirting with other students, back then it was just joking and they both knew it. Now, though, this was different. His emerald eyes continued to watch the exchange, Amelia trying to get away, but the blond man not allowing her to leave. In fact, he was awfully close to her. Close enough that they were touching… And Arthur did not like it one bit.

He was surprised that Amelia wasn't pounding the man's face in to a pulp. Then, Arthur realized the reason. Amelia had been threatened with expulsion for 'accidently' beating up a very opinionated teenager. She had told Arthur about it, and Arthur had told her to save violence for the very last option. Students and staff still lingered in the building, and a single loud protest or yell from the man could draw attention. Attention that could kick Amelia out of the academy.

His anger kept him rooted, though. That is, until he began trying to put his hands on rather intimate places. That was it. Arthur had seen enough. He immediately rushed over, a mixture of rage and defensiveness present on his face. The pervert who had been touching Amelia looked up at the approaching British man and sneered."Arthur!"She exclaimed, relief present on her face. The man was not impressed with the Englishman by the look he gave him, and instead turned back to Amelia."How about we just leave this place for the night. It's nobody,"The man paused to throw Arthur another look."else's business."He finished, reaching for the American once again.

Oh, he did not just say that in front of Arthur. Before the other blond could say a word, Arthur's fist had met his face. The man, not expecting the punch, reeled back and gave Arthur a rather dirty look. If looks could kill, both would have hands at their throats."Don't you dare touch her again with those dirty hands of yours, ass hat."Arthur growled, taking Amelia's hand. The other man yelled at him, cursed, but Arthur didn't care. Nobody treated his friend like that. Before the bruised blond could say anything else or call for anybody, Arthur lead Amelia out the building doors, his hand having a firm but gentle grip on her wrist.

Once they reached outside, he let go. His anger slightly diminished as he heard a familiar giggle. The American beside him was holding a hand to her mouth, trying not to laugh. He was about to ask what was so funny about being harassed when she began to speak."Dude! You punched him straight in the jaw. He looked like he was gonna cry!"She exclaimed through bursts of giggles.

Arthur's anger was now almost completely gone as he shrugged."What else was I going to do? He deserved it."He responded simply, and Amelia finally stopped giggling. Her face now had a grin, a beautiful one Arthur's thoughts added. He blushed very lightly, looking away so Amelia wouldn't see. Suddenly, he felt something soft and warm press against his cheek. Then it was gone.

His blush brightened as he realized that Amelia had kissed him. On the cheek, but nonetheless kissed him. Her smile didn't disappear as she pulled away. Arthur was left speechless, but he didn't need to speak as ,once again, Amelia spoke. "You're cute when you blush, ya' know? Well, see ya' tomorrow!"She exclaimed simply, and just as if nothing had happened, left him standing there like an idiot. He was able to stutter out a bye before she left. Man, was he falling hard.

And that, is how their relationship first started.

Arthur sighed as the memory finished. It was so long ago, yet he wished it could have kept going. He wanted to do anything to have Amelia back. She was so cheerful, even in college and in almost any situation. He missed that with an aching pain in his chest. He held back a sob, and swallowed it as if it were a spoonful of bad medicine.

Another tear. Another memory. Fourth of July of 2012. Amelia's birthday, and her first celebrating with Arthur.


I decided to keep the harasser anonymous to avoid character hate uvu

Please review! This is in fact my first fanfiction, heh...