A/N: Fourth Chapter! Readers, you are lucky. I never expected this to go this far, to be honest. I'm really sorry it took so long, and I do have excuses, but that doesn't justify it, so I'm sorry! If I owned Hetalia, do you really think I'd be writing this here? Reviews, Alerts, and Faves will keep the chapters coming though! Enjoy!
~England~EPOV~England~
I decided to pack now, because I probably wouldn't have time tomorrow. Arthur helped, getting my trunk and putting in what I told him to- my pajamas, some boots, a thick coat, a few jackets, a few skirts, a ton of jeans, plenty of shirts and blouses, and a very pretty, sexy dress that I'd gotten only last weekend, upon the recommendation of Feliks. That guy had amazing taste. I sent Arthur away so I could pack my knickers and toiletries. Amazingly, it all fit. I placed my trunk by the doorway, and Arthur suggested we go out for dinner tonight. I agreed, and he grabbed the car keys. We had an interesting arrangement whenever we went out: He drove us there, and I drove back, since Arthur was usually way more drunk than I was. The restaurant we went to tonight was famous for its puddings. A lot of other countries thought our food was bland, but that wasn't really true. They were just used to the taste of America's over-processed junk food. Germany and Russia were pretty much the only ones who liked our food better than America's. As I drove home in the light of the setting sun, I wondered if I'd ever see my beautiful London again. I might die in Russia's house of horrors, for all I knew.
"Britain?" I asked as I drove down our street.
"Yeah?" His speech was a bit slurred, but I knew my brother could hear me. "I love you, Arthur." A faint smile from him. "I love you too, Arabella."
We said that a lot- it got rather lonely, with just the two of us, separated from the rest of Europe. The words had never had such an ominous air before, though, as if we were saying them for the last time. The rest of the drive was spent in silence. When we got home, I took Arthur to his room to sleep it off, giving him a kiss on the cheek goodnight, then heading off down the hall to my own bedroom. I put on my spare pajamas, my other ones having been packed away, and curled up with my pet cat on my bed, shuffling through my tarot cards. I didn't do any spreads, however. I'd stopped the use of magic or fortune telling completely after Hungary had died. The magic didn't save her, and neither crystal ball, nor tea leaves, nor tarot had warned me about her death. If they couldn't do that, they were useless. Arthur disagreed, and continued to practice, though never when I could see. Putting the cards away, I gave my cat, Morgan, one last stroke on her glossy black fur, her bright green eyes blinking slowly at me before she lazily moved down the bed to sleep at my feet. Pulling the covers up to my chin, I drifted off to sleep, my last thought strangely of Russia's smiling face. A good omen, or- but no. I didn't believe in that anymore, did I?
~Russia~RPOV~Russia~
When I returned, I realized just how late it was. Ukraine had already eaten dinner, but she'd left some for me, thankfully. I was glad to see it was borsch, a beet and vegetable soup with chicken, instead of one of Ukraine's traditional foods. I grabbed a bowl and heaped sour cream on top. When I finished, I washed the dishes. Most of the other countries thought I never did any work, that I made Latvia, Lithuania, and Estonia do everything. That's not true. I actually do quite a bit, they simply complain a lot, so everyone thinks I treat them like slaves. After dinner, I got out my balalaika and played and sang until Ukraine threatened me with Belarus. Slightly pissed off at her, I went to my room to sleep. My cat, Romashka, curled up next to me, purring. She was one of the few who loved me no matter what. I fell asleep petting her thick white fur, wishing the other countries could see me for who I really was.
A/N: There you go! Sorry (again) that it's short, but I'm really low on motivation right now for this story. Morgan Le Fay was the name of a famous English enchantress from the Tales Of King Arthur, so I figured it would fit for the name of England's cat. Romashka means daisy in Russian, and I thought that was kinda cute. I know I made Russia a lot nicer here than he should be, what with him not treating the Baltic Trio badly, but England's not going to fall for him if she sees him acting abusive to his servants, and this is a romance, so yeah. Deal. If anyone has any suggestions, plot twists, corrections, whatever, PM me. Otherwise, REVIEW! Please? Pretty please?
