Nothing More

Hey everyone It's Alfred speaking. ForeverHoneyBee couldn't make it so today I'm in charge of the chapter. Me and Arthur but he's making a snack – shudders – so he'll be out for a while. Anyway this is suppose to be the last chapter, so I'm sad. Maybe I'll go bother someone later like, Francis or Mathew or someone. Anyway I'll –

"Alfred get out of here!"

Got to go bye! Runs away.

Sorry about him, I don't even know why he's here. Anyway It's me, and this is a LAST CHAPTER alert. Sorry to all of you but that's just the way things are. I'm kind of sad though, I got a lot of favorites but only a few reviews. Reviews are what help me write and since I didn't get any for the last chapter, I'm sad. Oh well, I'll feel better after this chapter is online.

On the day of this weeks meeting, Arthur woke up earlier than usual. Whether it was because he was nervous to talk to Alfred or if he just got up earlier, he didn't know. He went downstairs to get some breakfast before he had to change. He ended up eating black bacon and burned eggs, but he didn't mind. He'd gotten used to the taste.

Heading upstairs again, he got his best suit and went to the bathroom for a shower. The warm water relaxed him as he washed and by the time he got out, got changed, and put his boots on, it was time to leave.

Getting to the meeting. He saw Francis. They shared a look and Arthur headed in. He did't see Francis smile and give Ivan the signal to get ready. Once in the room, he spotted the American in an argument with Canada and Sealand – why is he here? – over who would win in a fight; Pikachu or Squrtal? He walked over to America and tapped his shoulder. The American looked at him for a moment, blinked and realized they had to talk. Arthur and him set of to a more quiet room, but not before Arthur gave Sealand a look.

They walked out of the caotic room, failing to notice once again that France or Russia weren't present. Entering a room down the hall from where they were previously, He saw Alfred sit down in one of the chairs. He took another. There was a moment of silence – an akward moment that was certain – before the door swung shut and the faint click of the lock being turned was heard. Arthur stood up and rushed to the door, attempting to open it.

Alfred's voice was heard behind him, "The dorrs locked dude. Why would you try to open it?" His tone was casual; he didn't seem to be concerned at all whatsoever.

"We're trapped in here and your not even in the slightest bit worried?" His voice was rising with every word. "Whoever you are, let us out!"

"Sorry, no. You two are staying there until you resolve your differences." The French accent traveled through the door.

""Francis, you bastard! You let us out this instant or I'll-" He stopped himself. What would he do? He was trapped in a room with Alfred for god's sake!

"Exactly." His Francis' voice replied. Arthur walked away from the door and started pacing. He saw the window and started tword it, but stopped when he saw Ivan's smiling face through the window. Of course Francis would have someone guarding the windows, he just wished that someone was Feliciano or some other weak nation.

Alfred was still thinking about the argument with his brothers about poke'mon – he was all for squrtal beating pikachu – when he saw Arthur go over to the door. "It's loched dude. Why would you try to open it?" He said nonchalauntly.

"We're trapped in here and your not even worried?" The Brit responded and started pacing around the room. Alfred played with the fringe of his jacket while he watched Arthur. After a while he got bored. "Look, Francis said we have to stay here until we resolve our differences, so what are our differences?" Alfred had no idea what wa wrong between the two of them. Arthur looked at him with wide eyes.

"Really, you really have no idea?" He asked. Alfred shook his head no. Arthur sighed, sitting down in a chair. "We only have one problem and that is our constant arguing about you leaving." Alfreds eyes widened. That's it.

"Well I don't see how that is a problem because, as I've stated multiple times before, I separated because I wanted to become my own independent country and now that I am, I'm not going bak." He was serious about this. He'd been determind to accomplish it and he had. "I wanted to prove a point to you that I could do something on my own and htat I don't always need your help/" His tone held none of the cockyness that it usually held, it was plain seriousness. Arthur looked speechless at his statement.

"When I lived with you, I had to follow all sorts of dumb rules and there were so many things I couldn't do and you always hovered. I wanted to show you that I could accomplish something and I thought you'd be proud of me. I didn't know you'd be so disappointed." His head hung low as he said thus, voice soft. He felt like a child who'd had their favorite toy stolen away from them. He really had expected his father – for all intents and purposes – to be proud that he's done something for himself. I knew it was a bad idea to leave, I should've stayed and maybe he wouldn't be so cross at me.He then mentally chastided himself for using the word 'cross'. It was a word he'd been trying to get out of his vocabulary for a while, just because it sounded to formal for his attitude.

He heard Arthurs voice say, "I'm not mad that you left. I'm quite proud of you for doing it, actually. I couldn't have done it if I were you. I'm mad that your ignoring me and pushing me away." He looked up. Was he really pushing Arthur away? "I want it to go back to when we aere a family, but ever since you got your independence you've been keeping away from me. I miss it." He said the last part so quietly that Alfred didn't think it was meant for his ears.

"Miss what?" He asked, his voice quiet.

"You. When you were younger. How you'd always come to me if there was a problem. You don't anymore."

All Alfred could say was, "Oh." He stood up and walked over to Arthur, putting his arm over the mans shoulders. Arthur let out a heavy sigh.

"What if we make a compromise?" He asked the other nation. Arthur looked up at him, face a mask of confusion.

"Compromise? What exactly are you suggesting?" Alfred grinned.

"We meet in the middle. I still get to be an independent country, but I won't cut you out of my life like you say I do. Deal?" He held out his hand to the British nation, and slowly but surly he took his hand and shook it.

"Deal." They stood up and hugged one another. Arthur, still being shorter than Alfred, gave his son – for all intents and purposes…again – a light kiss on the forehead. It was a friendly thing that meant nothing.

"So how do you suppose we get out of here?" Alfred shrugged at the question and knocked at the door. It clicked open and there stood Francis and Ivan. Francis smiled at the two as they all headed back to the confrance room.

They hadn't missed much of the meeting – otherwise reffered to as its sstill caos - so when they got back, The first thing they both heard was from behind them

"You will all become one with Russia, da?" The Russians voice boomed.

NO! NOT THIS AGAIN. He took Arthurs hand and they ran out of there as fast as they could.

THE END

I read over this and the first thing that came to mind was "Way to derp up an ending." The second thing was "Holy crap I got so many things out of order." I am so sorry for that. I just found the Hetalia series dubbed online – YAY – so now I'm getting more information. So hopefully in my next stories it'll be less derpy. Anyway thats it…oh by the way Ivan has something he wants to say to all of you.

"You become one with Russia, da?

Answer 'da' or 'neit' (yes or no)

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