A/N: I'm sorry for taking so long to update, I got kinda stuck. I'll try to update as soon as I can. Please REVIEW! :D
Arthur lazily opened his eyes. Alfred had been banging on his door for a while now, and he didn't know what to do. He had just had an amazing dream, and really didn't want to come down from his dreamy, perfect cloud. However the banging was giving him a headache, so he knew he was going to have to deal with him soon.
"Arthur! *bang bang bang*"
Goddammit! Is he ever going to leave? He's been standing there for the past half an hour, just banging on my door, and shouting my name. He's going to wake up the dead if this continues! Well open the door you git! But- Just open it! Fine whatever. Arthur reluctantly went to the door. He stood there trying to mentally prepare himself for the "great" America, the "hero". Okey Arthur you can do this. No matter how much you love that goofy grin of his, be strong Arthur! Arthur's sweaty hand goes to the door. He swallows composing himself, puts on his indifferent mask, and opens the door.
"What?"
"Dude, I was tryin' to get you to open the door, but you wouldn't answer. I thought you died or somethin'."
"What if I did? Why would you care, huh?" Arthur's indifferent mask started cracking a little bit. He couldn't hold America's gaze anymore, he was getting really exasperated. Who the bloody hell does this wanker think he is? God he's such a pest! Oh c'mon Arthur, don't act like you don't fancy that pest.
"Shut up brain, I don't!"
"Brain? What the hell are you talkin' 'bout?"
Arthur flushed. He hadn't expected to spazz like that in front of Alfred. "I… I… I was just…
Umm…" Arthur held Alfred's curios gaze for as long as he could, knowing he was turning scarlet by the second.
"Arthur, what's getting into you lately?"
Don't call me that! "I… I…" No! Just calm down Arthur, calm down, calm down, calm down. He thought fiercely, hoping it would somehow actually happen. Bloody fucking hell Arthur! Just man up, you're the GREAT England are you not? Well yes, but what if he doesn't like me? You're Arthur Kirkland for crying out loud! For once, act like the man you portray to be, and tell him that YOU LOVE HIM. But… I… Just do it!
"I… I think I lo-"
"Arth-" Arthur couldn't stand being called that anymore. The last time he was called that by Alfred was a cold rainy day in 1776. He hated the memory, and the way Alfred said it just made it worse.
"Don't call me that" Arthur managed to stammer out, barely above a whisper. Well ignore me then! I'm telling you, JUST TELL HIM! No! I won't. There's no point! If he loved me, he would have stayed with me. Instead he left me… he left me IN THE GODDAMN RAIN! That doesn't change the fact that you love him. But it does change if he doesn't love me.
"Arthu-"
"What part of don't call me that can your pea brain not understand?"
"But why? You never seemed to mind when we were…." His voice trailed off, unsure if he wanted to finish that sentence.
"We were what?" Arthur spat "Brothers?" he sneered at the word as if it was poisonous, glaring at Alfred who was getting increasingly uncomfortable with the situation. "Hmm, I do wonder why America. I don't know, maybe because every time you do, it reminds me of how you, my BROTHER, left me in the rain. I was begging Alfred, begging, and you didn't care! Maybe because every 4th of July you rub that night in my face, how you didn't love me anymore. Maybe because hearing my name being said by the person I love sodeeply is a mockery of my very EXISTENCE!"
"The person you what?"
"Fuck" he muttered exasperated. I can't believe this bloody wanker makes me lose my cool like that! When I told you to tell him, I didn't mean to shout like that. What, did you want me to blush, and fidget while looking at my feet like an anime maiden? Well sorry for being a guy!
"Arth-" How bloody thick is this guy's skull!
"What fucking part of don't call me that can you not comprehend! Don't you get it Alfred?" My knees feel weak. Wh-What is this? Tears started flowing down Arthur's face. They're called tears Arthur. Tears? Why? I…I… Arthur's weight collapsed on him. He fell to his knees sobbing, covering his eyes trying to hide the disgraceful face that he now wore.
"Well isn't this a familiar sight?" Arthur's body froze. His sobs were now uncontrollable. How can he say that? Why… Why am I not allowed to be happy?
Alfred turned briskly and left the scene, once again leaving a crying, and inconsolable Arthur alone, to drown in his tears.
"Alfred!" was the last thing Arthur could utter before completely collapsing. Alfred kept walking, and not once did he turn to catch a last glimpse of his hurt ex-brother.
A/N: Okey so I know this chapter is depressing and short, but I just wasn't in a bubbly mood. I don't know whether to make it a happy ending or a sad ending. Review and favorite! :D Btw this is my first story :3 Hope you liked it. Next chappie is in America's P.O.V.
