What's up? So…. I've done some accidental research on the HU band and found some stuff… So what did my mind think? "Write dammit, this is good inspiration." XD

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AU: Nation/War

Pairing: N/A/ Snapped!America (Alfred's point of view)
Inspiration: the song "America" by Deuce

NOTE: It also contains a little brotherly USUK

NOTE2: Please don't feel offended if you're American. I just got this idea from the song.

Enjoy!/Fru-chan out!

"America, please this is insane! You can't just start a war with France because he got on my nerves!"

"Yeah?! Do you think that this is all about you?!"

I was yelling at the top of my lungs which made England step back a little.

"Do you think that everything revolves around you or the others?! Oh yeah, everybody loves Italy for his charisma, adores Spain for his cheerfulness, likes Canada for his sweetness!"

"Yes, but-"

"No buts! Everyone hates the United States of America because they all think that all the bad stuff is his fault! Fatal sickness? Here it appeared first! Teen suicide? He or she was influenced by something American! Attack with a bomb? An American disagreeing with something! Everyone is blaming me and my people!"

"That's not true! Listen to me!"

"There no reason I should listen to you! You of all the people turned your back on me! Why should I trust you?!"

Arthur backed up even more, hurt visible in his emerald-green eyes as he looked at me, not believing what I just said.

"Yes, you of all the people hurt me the most, turning your back on me after I declared my independence. Yes, it hurt a lot to do it, watching my big bro fall down like that, but I wanted to be your equal and you to not treat me like a little brother anymore! I wanted to be something for you!"

The Brit's eyes grew wide with every word I spat at him, but I couldn't bring myself to care anymore. Why should I care about what he thinks when the whole world literally hates me for whatever I do?

"So, any last words?"

He looked at me startled and like I was crazy, but it was too late for regrets now. With quick movements I was in front of him again, my hand pushing the barrel of a gun against his head.

"What's wrong, big brother? Cat got your tongue?"

"S-stop this nonsense!"

My lips formed a straight line, as my eyes became ice-cold and glared at him. I should just put an end to him.

"In a world that's insane, why's America to blame?"

England opened his mouth to retort that I should stop acting like an idiot, but he was too slow. With a resounding boom! sound, Arthur fell to the ground, blood already pooling around himself and his eyes wide open, still unbelieving.

Sighing, I tilted my head to the side unaffected by the blood, still staring emotionlessly at him.

"Anymore buts?"

The Brit shook his head so quickly, that I'm sure that it would have snapped off his shoulders should he have been human, but otherwise he just seemed dizzy.

With a snap of my fingers, bandages flew past me from behind and started treating the wound on his should I just made with the gun. He isn't the only one who can use magic, I just don't like using it a lot.

"Y-you…. You can use magic?"

"Since I was little, but it didn't interest me."

Arthur watched the bandages fly around him, a small smile on his face. It was clear that he was happy that I could use magic.

"Can you stand up?"

"Yes, but can you get me a glass of water too?."

Another snap of my fingers and a bottle of water flew like a missile barely missing his head.

"Thank you."

After he drank all the water, the Brit stood up on shaky legs and walked towards me. Suddenly, he tripped and ended up in my arms, hugging me tightly as he shook lightly.

"D-don't scare me like this….!"

I couldn't help but hug him back. Only now it dawned on me that he knows about my fragile balance between cracking under the pressure of the many wars and keeping a carefree and happy façade.

"I'm sorry Arthur. I'm truly sorry."

The Brit buried his face in the crook of my neck and I could feel something wet the spot. He was crying, although his lips were still in a small smile, like earlier as he answered my unspoken plea.

"I forgive you."

Random ideas, from random songs XD I regret nothing :3

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