The door closed silently. America walked towards it, leaning his forehead on the cool wood, before slamming his fist into it. "FUCKING BUTTS!"
"He's never going to change America, it was foolish of us to try." France was leaning his elbows on his knees, defeated.
"No! France, we were so close!" America ran his hands through his hair letting his body fall onto the sofa. "You pushed him too far."
"Moi?! You should have kissed him."
"I couldn't…he wasn't ready."
"He is, I could see it when we danced."
America watched France hang his head, he went to sit and support the man. "I know, but something is still holding him back. I didn't want…I didn't want him to think it was just the booze or the game, ya know."
France reached a hand over to play with America's hair in a soothing unison. "He thinks he stands alone! He's so infuriating! His pride is his defence; our attacks were not strong enough."
"He doesn't believe we are genuine. How…how he reacted to my question. I can't believe how much that affected him...It was so long ago."
France sighed. "He's spent all these years alone. Not letting us come any closer, not even letting us try. He knows how we feel, how he feels, but he can't accept it. I thought the booze would help ease whatever it is that's holding him back."
"We need to prove it…"
"We need to show it…"
"You think we should just go for it?"
"Dispel our final dignity and maybe he will open."
Author's notes: Sorry, it is such a short one I've been so busy and then I got distracted making T-shirts based on this story lol. But anyway last few chapters coming soon and the rating is gonna go way up so enjoy!