Theme: We would all be fools to pray for justice

Series: Hetalia

"Why are you doing this? You are one of mine. Why would you do something like this?" America demanded as he turned to a woman in a red suit, she looked at him impassively with boredom and dislike clear in her expression as she stared at his disbelief. "Is it really that bad? The countries I govern have a flourishing social-economic situation; there are few people who actually want to get out of their ways to fix such a wonderful situation. You're no longer in the prime of your youth and most of the countries remember quite well of the troubles you and your bosses have brought them. Hundreds my hate me but thousands more love me and are willing to fight for stability. What will you do about it? Send in more tyrants to destroy our economy?" she chuckled bitterly, confident to bring down the mighty nation for all it was worth, all of its self-imposed confidence meant nothing when up against the plain truth.

"You talk like an American. You still have a perfect accent, even after all those years. Not many do. You strive for liberty for all your people, no matter their race or economy, and treat them all like equals. In many ways you are more American than those that have lived all their lives with me" She lifted an eyebrow, smirk falling from her face into an impassive expression "What does that have to do with anything?" she seemed to find it ironic almost as if what he was implying should be funny but didn't quite get there.

He paced a bit before throwing his hand into his bangs, pushing them back in exasperation before sitting right next to her, "You should have been mine…" he growled as if agitated, fists clutching tightly his pants' legs. He let his head fall into the crook of her neck and lead his free arm to loosely grip the sleeve of her loose arm "It's not fair" he whimpered pitifully. She didn't move to push him away but didn't care to return the affection. Silently a phrase came from her barely parted lips "We would all be fools to pray for justice."

Silence reigned as he closed his tired eyes.

"I don't hate you, but don't get confused, I don't like you either! Now, you better get off me before my husband comes back."

He lift his head, eyes glittering in hope and happiness, "You don't hate me?" he asked eyes getting all watery, she nodded nervously and in slight disgust, she never truly knew how to deal with a crying male. Suddenly, the man-country threw himself at her, holding her closely as she tried to push him away furiously but he continued to try to hold her close.

It was too late when they noticed her husband, Perú, standing at the door way and before they knew it, her beloved had ripped her from her native country with a strength previously unseen and held her possessively to himself, turning to her precedent homeland, he growled, glaring at the man-country with volcanic fury "She might have been born as one of your people, but she chose me so keep your filthy paws off my wife." In her husband's arms one could clearly see the woman floating of her personal cloud nine, the bliss in her expression hurt the heart of her birthplace's avatar.

Why couldn't that love have been for him?