Author's notes: Hello again everyone! I would like to thank everyone who has reviewed/favorited/alerted this story. It always means a lot! Now time to address the reviews like always:
Tilly: Yeah England running off was sad, but you get to see what happens with this update! And yep. America was in denial about his feelings. But you'll have to read to find out if he finally figures them out... :D Thanks for the review.
dragontamer75: Small England is indeed cute. :D And I'm glad you're excited for this update. I hope you like it. And Thanks for the review.
Minuet Pavlov: Hello to you too! And I'm glad you like my story so far. And I'm glad you like the relationship between America and Egland and how I put in the agnst. :D I hope you like this chapter, and thanks for the review.
ZeroLuver567: Really? You think my story is that cute? adlfasf Thank you so much. :D Yeah...Engalnd's past is sad... And I'm glad you are liking the story so far. I hope you like this chapter, thanks for the review.
Ace Jeremy: Yeah and now it goes form sad to... Well you'll have to read to find out! :D Hope you like the chapter and thanks for the review!
Yazuki Ookami: I want to hug chibi England too! dsflasfl He is so cute in my head. XD And yes America is indeed as france would put it: "In l'amour!" And you get to see if your prediction was right. Hope you like the chapter and continue to read the story. Thanks for the review. :D
foREVerhauntingme: It is sad...but maybe it gets better? You'll have to read to find out! :DD And yes chibi England is definetly adorable! I love him too!
Maya: Yeah Alfred kinda screwed up in the last chapter didn't he? And I'm glad you liked the dress moment. I really liked it too. :DD And I'm glad you liked how England's brothers and France reflected on their past mistakes. I'm glad you liked the last chapter and I hope you like this one. Thanks for the review!
ThE-faInTinG-faNGirl: Yeah Alfred really did mess up huh? But maybe he will fix it this chapter? You'll have to read to find out. :D I hope you like the chapter and thanks for the review.
CC.: I'm glad you thought the last chapter was cute. :DD asdflasfljs And I'm glad you love the story so far. At first I really didn't think that many people would like it, but yeah... Anyway, I hope you like this update and thanks for the review!
Well, I hope you guys like this chapter! I am sorry in advance for any spelling or grammer mistakes.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or any of the characters.
~Rose
There was thick silence as everyone in the meeting room looked at the spot where England used to be before he ran off. Then everyone's eyes fell onto the American.
America just stood there in a bit of shock. He couldn't get the hurt look on Arthur's face as the young boy had left. Why…? He thought with confusion and sadness. He couldn't have remembered the revolution…so then why did he look so hurt? Why do I hurt? America tensed for a moment before he started to run after the boy. "Arthur! Arthur, wait!"
Scotland stared after the American for a moment before he let out a bit of a growl. "Oi, what are we all doing standing around? That stupid American made the lad run off! We have to go after him!"
Germany nodded his head in agreement with Scotland's words. "Scotland is correct. We must find England."
"Do not fret mon amis…" France spoke up with a sigh. "l'Amérique will find him. And it would seem that they need to discuss things as well…"
"The damn yank better find him…" Ireland growled out as he gave France a stare before he looked back at his brothers, with concern and a bit of worry in his eyes.
Arthur was letting out large sobs as he ran as fast as he could on his small legs. His hair was sticking to his face, as he was getting drenched in the rain that continued to pour down relentlessly. He didn't know where he was going; he just wanted to get away from everyone, because they all wanted to get away from him.
After making a few turns, and running for a long time, Arthur made it too a small alley. He leaned his back up against the brick of the wall and slid down onto the ground, where he balled his hands into fist and pressed into his eyes, as the tears continued to overflow from his eyes.
Why am I so foolish…? He thought to himself sadly as his tiny body trembled in the rain. I knew I shouldn't have trusted any of them. They are all liars. No one loves me. Everyone always leaves because they hate me. They only pretend to like me. They are just trying to trick me…
Arthur then let out a chocked whimper and hugged himself tightly; keeping the plush bunny he carried close to his chest. He sniffed for a moment and looked down at the stuff toy that reminded him of the American's warm arms around him. Arthur frowned and glared down at the toy as he could hear Alfred's words resound in his head.
"I broke away from you. I didn't want to be your brother anymore…"
England let out a frustrated growl before he pulled the stuffed toy in his right hand, and threw it harshly at the other end of the alley. The small stuffed bunny made a splash as it landed in a puddle, the rain falling down on it causing it to become soaking wet.
Arthur huffed for a moment, trembling from the sudden burst of anger. He stared at the small, plush toy as it lay in the puddle, rain droplets continuing to pelt it. He looked closer at its face as the rain water dripped from it. The water running down its face gave the appearance as if it was crying.
It was then that Arthur felt a crushing sadness and an emptiness fill his heart. The tears started to come faster down his face and he quickly made his way over to the toy, quickly picking it up and hugging it closely to his chest.
"I-I'm sowwy…" He hiccupped as he cradled the toy in his arms. "I-I wove you…I-I sowwy…No hate me. Pwease…" Arthur then bit his lip harshly, causing it to bleed slightly.
It was then that England started to hear other voices entering his mind making him cry harder and his little form tremble.
"How could you join the filthy Romans?"
"Look how pathetic and weak ye are! Crying doesn't make you a nation Albion, or should I say Britannia?"
"I can not stand to hear such a weak thing cry."
"You're the jerk!"
England let out a gasp and clutched at his heart, holding onto his stuffed toy tighter. Each word he heard sent a sharp pain into his chest, causing him to sink to the ground with his tears continuing to flow.
Arthur's brain then sent him the image of the small boy he had seen a picture of. The shinning blue eyes, the honey blonde hair, and the radiant smile that seemed like the sun it's self. Arthur's heart burned with pain once more, and he let out a tiny whimper. He was jealous of the boy. He envied his smile. A smile that showed more then just emotion, a smile that showed how much he loved and how much he was loved.
Arthur looked down at the stuffed toy in his hands and gently leaned down and placed a small little kiss on its forehead, wishing to feel the warmth, and care of someone's arms around him. Someone holding him close. Someone smiling at him with more then happiness.
"I-I sowwy." Arthur repeated as he continued to sit in the small alley. "Don't hate me. I wove you…Pwease…" His voice took on a small, weak pleading tone as he curled up into a tight ball, saddened as the warmth the toy reminded him of had turned out to be fake.
"Don't weave…Okay?" Arthur's voice came out in a soft sadden whisper. A whisper of a child who had been lonely for most of his life. A child who had yearned for but seemed to never receive love. A child, who as fate would make it, was always abandoned.
America was running as fast as he could. He had made his way out of the meeting room and was now running through the streets of London. He was pushing past people as they rain with their umbrella's trying to take cover form the heavy downpour.
"Arthur!" America called out as he continued his search, running down different streets, and checking many different small places. "Arthur, come on where are you?" Alfred's voice was holding worry as he couldn't seem to find the small child.
After a while of running in the rain and becoming completely soaked to the skin, America started to slow down his pace. His shoulders slumped and he kept his head down, as worry and guilt started to eat away at him. He just couldn't get the hurt look on England's face out of his mind.
"Arthur…" Alfred's voice grew soft and sounded desperate. "England, please… I-I didn't mean to hurt you…I…I…" America stopped to lean against a wall and let out a deep sigh. "Nice job Jones. Hurt the most important person to you, and make him run away…Really nice job."
America was silent for a moment, before he blinked at what he had just said out loud. Wait… Arthur is the most important person to me? It was this thought that brought on several dear memories to Alfred's mind.
"Wow! These are so cool! Thanks England!" A young America said holding onto a case of toy soldiers and looking up at the tall Brit.
"Oh, it's nothing." England gave America a smile as he looked down at the small colon, his right hand currently in a cast. "Just be sure to take good care of them okay?"
The young America nodded his head quickly the bright smile never leaving his face. "I will! You don't have to worry England; I'll take super, extra care of them because they are so special!" America then looked carefully at all of the toy soldiers and his smile seemed to grow even larger. "They even have different faces! It must have taken you ages to make them!"
"As I said, it was no trouble. And I'm glad you like them America." England said back with a bit of warmth in his eyes.
Alfred then blinked and seemed to finally take notice of the cast that was on his caretaker's arm. "England?" He asked his smile falling into a small frown. "Are you okay? Does you're arm hurt?"
England blinked for a moment and looked down at his arm. He then blushed slightly and shook his head. "No I'm fine lad. You don't have to worry about me. Just hurt my self by accident is all. I'll be right as rain in no time."
America's heart clenched a bit as he looked up at England. 'But sometimes I want to worry about you England…' He thought silently. Alfred then let out a sigh before he gave a nod. "If you say so England…"
Alfred then thought of another memory. He was older. He was sitting at the table waiting for England to come back. There was the sudden sound of the door being opened, and Alfred's heart swelled slightly as he rushed to the door excitedly.
"England! Welcome back!" He called out giving his father figure a hug.
"My you've grown haven't you?" England gave a chuckle as he hugged America back. It was then he pulled back slightly and looked the American over. "And look at what you're wearing? It's a good thing I had that suit made…"
As England pulled away from the hug, it was then Alfred noticed how tired the man seemed. There were dark rings under his eyes, and he was looking slightly pale. And he seemed smaller and weaker then the last time he had come over. America then blinked a bit as he heard England's words. "What's wrong with my clothes?" He asked quietly. "I think they are very comfortable…" He then raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Suit?"
"You're image reflects back on me Alfred, and only a popper would wear those kind of clothes." England said back. He then reached down and picked up a box he had brought with him. "Yes a suit. I had it made just for you. I figured you would have grown while I was gone, so I had it made just a tad on the large size."
"Um…Thanks I guess…" America mumbled back as he took the box. He then walked away and tried on the suit. He was then standing in front of a mirror and looking at himself.
England walked up behind him and put a hand on his shoulder a small smile taking place on his face. "See. You look much better now."
America looked at England's reflection in the mirror. He loved to see those small smiles his caretaker would give just to him. He frowned though as he watched the smile fade from Arthur's face as he reached up to rub at his eyes.
"England…?" America asked quietly. "Are you okay?"
"Hmm?" Arthur stopped rubbing his eyes and looked at America. "Yes lad. I'm fine no need to worry."
"But…" America bit his lip for a moment with worry and concern. "You seem…tired."
England blinked for a moment and shook his head. "It is as I said. I'm fine. It's just that damn Frog and his blasted friends. I'll be right as rain in no time."
"If you say so England…" America gave a sigh, not taking his eyes off of Arthur.
Now Alfred was even older, and it was awhile after the Revolutionary War. He was running with all of his might, worry, and fear clutching at his chest. He burst his way into England's house and rushed up the steps till he reached the man's bedroom.
"Arthur?" He called out quickly with fear laced into his voice. "England! I heard you got attacked by that German bastard!" America then stopped as he made his way into England's bedroom. His former caretaker was lying on the bed. A hand clutched over his heart. Thick sweat was running down his head, and his face was scrunched up with tight pain.
America's heart sank as he took in Arthur's appearance. He then quickly made his way over to the bed and grabbed one of the Englishman's hands. His fear increased as he felt how hot they were, as if the man himself was burning up in flames.
England opened his eyes a bit, and they were dull and filled with pain. He then turned and looked over at America, and his eyebrows furrowed a bit as if trying to figure out who he was. After a moment, his eyes light up with recognition, and he tried sitting up. "A-Alfred? Y-You Git… What are you doing here for?" England's voice came out as weak rasp.
America reached down and pushed England back down onto the bed gently. "Don't move so much…" He whispered quietly. His heart hurt to see the man in so much pain, and to seem so weak. "I came…because I was worried about you England." He mumbled back. "If there's anything I can do…" He trialed off and looked at England with his eyes showing nothing but worry.
Arthur then weakly shook his head and closed his eyes. "There's no need to worry about me you Wanker." He mumbled in a quiet voice. "I can handle an attack from Germany… Y-You're not even in the blasted war…" Arthur's eyes then tightened up as he clenched his chest. "I-I'll be right as rain in no time…"
America continued to hold England's hand, even when the older nation fell asleep. America's heart hurt slightly as he let out a long sigh. "If you say so England…"
America blinked as he looked back on all of those memories. Each time, he had been worried for England, wanted to see his smile, and always tired to be there for him… So England was the most important person to him…
America's hand then went up and rested above his heart. "I…I…" America stopped as France's words resounded in his head.
"It appears that American's are really quite dense then non? Well you will tell him sooner or later I suppose…"
America blinked for a moment as he finally realized what the Frenchman had meant. He kept his hand over his heart and let out in a tiny whispered breath, "I love him…" It was then with this sudden realization that he started to search for England with more speed then before.
"Arthur! England, Where are you?" America called out cupping his hands to his mouth so that his voice would be carried and be heard. "Come on Arthur, I need to talk to you!"
It was as Alfred was hurrying down the streets that he heard a small whimper. He instantly stopped and listened. He could hear more of the sad, tiny, whimpers and they tore at his heart. "England?" He called out gently. America followed the sound to a nearby alley and looked around till he saw the small Island nation curled up in a ball on the ground, soaked to the skin, and crying harshly.
America let out a sigh of relief as he had found the boy, but he held a worried frown as he saw the state the child was in. "Arthur…?" America called out softly as he started to move closer to England, outstretching his hand.
Arthur's head snapped up as he had heard his name. He looked at Alfred with wide teary eyes. He then let out a growl and scowled at him with a look of hurt in his eyes. "Go way!" He yelled as his small form trembled. "I no wike wiers! J-Just go way! All of you, go way!" England then held himself as he began to cry again.
Alfred blinked before he gently knelt down in front of England a look of confusion and worry on his face. "England what do you mean?" He asked quietly as he really didn't understand the boy's sorrow. "H-How did I hurt you? I…I don't understand…"
England sniffed for a moment as he looked up at the American, his stuffed toy still held closely to his chest. "You wie…" He whispered sadly. "Y-You no want be my bwother…You no wike me. You hate me. Everyone hate me…"
"England that's not true." America said instantly as he looked at the boy seriously. "I and a bunch of the other nations care about you deeply-"
"Stop wieing!" England screeched out causing America to jump. England was trembling as he glared up at America. "You said no want to be my bwother! You weave! You only fake wike me!"
"England stop it!" America shouted back, making the child go silent. "You never let me finished!" Alfred then drew closer to England and wrapped the boy up in his arms, embracing him tightly.
"I…I didn't really leave you. I-I mean I left you physically but in truth you were still on my mind…" America spoke softly, as he kept England in his arms. "I-I didn't want to be under you anymore England. I-I wanted to stand beside you. To make you proud of me as I became my own nation. I-I never wanted to hurt you England. I-I could never hurt you Arthur…" America then swallowed a bit before he whispered quietly. "Because I love you…"
Arthur was struggling slightly in America's arms, but soon stopped and gave in to the familiar warmth. He then froze however as he heard the last three words the American uttered, so closely to his ear. He blinked for several moments as tears started to fall down his eyes again. He then shook his head weakly. "N-No…You onwy wove weal me…not wittle me…" He sad sadly doubting Alfred's words.
Alfred pulled back a little and looked England directly in the eyes. "No I love all of you Arthur." He blushed a bit before he gave a smile. "Even though you're small right now, cry easily, and get into lots of trouble, but you're still my Arthur." America gave a bright smile; A smile as bright as the sun, before he kissed Arthur tenderly on the forehead. "I love you Arthur…"
Arthur looked up at Alfred taking notice of the familiar smile. He then blushed as America kissed him. Arthur then wrapped his tiny arms about Alfred's neck and cuddled up closer to the taller nation. "I-I wove you too…" He whispered as a few more tears slid out of his eyes.
Arthur's small chest that had once felt hollow and empty was now filled with great warmth. His once hurting heart was now beating with happiness, shown by the smile that was coming onto his face. He was the lonely child who finally got something more then just a friend. He was the child that had finally received the love he was yearning for. He was the child that fate would have it that, someone had finally come back for him.
"Are you sure this is safe?" America asked looking at Norway with an eyebrow upraised, as they were standing in England's basement.
"Yes. I do not mess around when it comes to magic, America." The Nordic nation spoke quietly as he held onto a small bottle containing a dark, green liquid that bubbled slightly. "Especially when it comes to potions."
"Alright, Alright." America said holding up his hands in a defensive position. "I was just making sure ya know? I mean…is it supposed to be fizzing like that?"
"Yes, for the last time. Now shut up before I change my mind about helping you!" Norway sighed in annoyance as he started to make his way up the steps of England's basement, and into the living room.
"Okay, jeez!" America said back as he started to follow Norway up the steps. "Denmark wasn't kidding when he said that you were quick to anger… Seems ya got a case of the stick up your ass syndrome too…" He muttered to himself as he walked into the living room to see England sitting on Scotland's lap on the couch, Ireland and Wales were both arguing over the television remote, and France was sitting in a chair reading a book.
"What was that?" Norway asked as he turned around to look at America his eyebrow twitching in annoyance.
"Nothing! Nothing!" America said quickly waving his hands, and giving a nervous smile.
Norway just let out a sigh before he shoved the potion into Alfred's hands. "Here, make him drink all of it." He then motioned to the Brit, who looked ready about to fall asleep, as Scotland was gently stroking his hair.
"Gotcha." America nodded his head. He then walked his way over to the couch and gave England a smile. "Hey Arthur," He whispered softly. "Can you drink this for me please?"
Arthur looked up at the American with tired eyes, not noticing how everyone was watching him as he took the small bottle from the American. Arthur then nodded his head before he started to drink the green liquid, too tired to even question or refuse. Once he was done he handed the bottle back to America and rubbed his tired eyes.
There was a tense silence as everyone waited for something to happen. Especially America. He was expecting some sort of cloud of smoke to appear, or maybe an explosion. But one that wouldn't harm England of course! But nothing happened.
"Are you sure you made it right?" America then turned to look at Norway with a bit of worry in his eyes. "I mean wasn't something supposed to ha-"America stopped as he heard a thud. He quickly turned around to see that England had fallen to the floor and was unconscious, a tiny frown on his face as if he was in pain.
"England?"
Author's notes: So guys how did you like the chapter? Were the flashbacks America had okay? And did you like how America finally realized his feelings for Iggy? And what about at the end of the chapter? Is Engalnd really going to be okay? Guess you'll just have to find out the next time I update. :D As always reviews are always welcomed and apprecihated! They always make me smile and keep me writing! :D
Oh and I would like to ask you guys something if you wouldn't mind... I'm thinking about starting a new story soon, and I have two plot bunnies that have been in my head...but I can't decide which one I should start to write next... So could you guys tell me what one you think would be the most intresting or which one you would like to read next? I'll give you the titles and summaries and stuff and you guys can just give me your answers in your reviews or you can send me a private message. :D
Title: Life Changing
Rated: T-M (M for later chapters.)
Summary: Arthur moved to a new school expecting his life to change. What he didn't expect was to meet and become friends with one of the most popular kids in school. And his name is Alfred F. Jones. Will Alfred coming into his life, things really do change. But what happens when one night can change Arthur's and Alfred's life for forever? (Contains Mpreg in later chapters. Highschool Au.)
Title: Project H.E.R.O
Rated: T
Summary: Alfred was running as fast as his legs could carry him. He didn't look back as he could hear the the burning sounds of the building, or the blazing of the sirens. He kept moving forward. He had to escape. There was no going back. He just kept running, not at all growing tired. He finally stopped though, when he ran into someone, and his blood froze as he saw the familar green eyes.
So yeah... I would love to know which one you guys would like me to start next. And which ever one you guys like the most I'll start on next. So again you can leave your answer in your review or in a private message.
I will try to update soon!
~Rose