Title – Letters
Rating – T
Pairing(s) – USxUK
Genres – Romance, humour
Warnings – Personified countries, homosexuality
Notes – It was going to be a different theme at first, and with a drastically different story line, but someone I care about is kind of low right now so I hope this makes them feel better. :)
I've tried this format before in another story, Writing Sweet Nothings, and it went down quite well. I'm considering taking this one larger scale in its own private oneshot. What do you think? Although I'll probably go ahead with it anyway. XD
In any case, enjoy!

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Dear Alfred, he wrote, and stared at it for a couple of minutes before scratching it out and writing, Dear America. But it still seemed wrong. After going through several alternatives and ranting at inanimate objects, he tried again.

America,

I hope you're well. It's been quite a while since I last saw you. And before you delude yourself, no, I do not miss you at all, you self-absorbed prat. I'm simply very bored and have nothing to do, and so I've decided to write to you. Don't be grateful or anything, because it's not as if I'm doing this for you! But you wouldn't thank me anyway, you ungrateful brat. I bet you're currently obsessing over new pieces of machinary and technology you and Japan are coming up with. I really don't understand the point in all of it. Before you make a jibe about my age, it's not because I can't use the bloody things, they just seem useless.

Aside from that, I spent a day with my siblings two days ago. I spent a good part of yesterday passed out in Brighton. Just don't ask. I don't even know how I got there. But I hurt all over. I know I got drunk, but I think Ireland whacked me over the head with something... Ugh, I don't know, but it still hurts.

It didn't go smoothly, obviously. It never does with them. Scotland chased me with an axe, which brought back some... traumatising... memories. Then I had Northern Ireland shouting at me, and I can't remember why. She's such a bint. Then there was Ireland, who was just a cunt as usual. Bloody prick, he was. Honestly, at one point he pinned me to the floor and threatened to spit in my face! Then Wales "accidentally" knocked into him and... ugh. Don't kiss an Irish person. I think I got drunk just from that. And sick. I threw up all over him. Serves him right.

But Wales isn't so bad. He's a bit of a bitter person, but he's an all right bloke other than that. Although he did tease me when we went to some stupid car boot sale. That unicorn plush was only five pounds. How could he expect me not to buy it?

...I still like the one you won me the best though. But if Northern Ireland rings you and tells you I sleep with it every night, don't listen to her!

Anyway, I think Mrs. Twinkle requires my assitance in the kitchen. Goodbye for now, Alfred. Take care.

I love you.

After only a moment's deliberation, he poured tip ex over the last three words and replaced it with his signature.

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Hiya, England! :D

It has been a while, hasn't it? Too long for his liking, at least. But he wasn't about to admit that. Maybe we could meet up sometime. Y'know, if you ain't busy or anything and stuff. That didn't sound too desperate, right?

Wow... Seriously, your siblings are messed up, England. I remember 'em. Kinda. I remember Scotland trying to feed me stuff that was even worse than your cooking, and both Irelands (what's the difference anyway btw?) tried to give me whiskey. You got soooo mad at 'em! But I never talked to Wales much... Not after I walked in on him jerking off to a picture of... Forget it. Just forget it. But they're even weirder than you.

Of course you'd like the one I won you! Haha, that's so awesome! How cute, England~ He didn't include how he himself blushed when reading that England liked his best... and that he slept with it! Of course he'd deny it, but it was so adorable. He couldn't pass up the opportunity! Omg! You sleep with it? Aww, Artie, that's just too friggin cute ya know! :D Kind of girly and stuff, but... :P

Mrs. Twinkle...? Oh right, that's one of your fairies, isn't it? Honestly, England, you should see someone about your "invisible friends"...

So anyway, I got a new game. It'd be awesome if we could play it together sometime. I'll go easy on you, but I'll still kick your ass! Haha!

Later, England. I'll call ya!

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Good day, America,

I'd like that, he wrote, before blushing furiously and grabbing the tip ex. Instead, he corrected himself with, I suppose it would be all right to see you at some point, since it's been so long. But don't get me wrong, it's not because I want to see you or anything like that.

My cooking isn't as bad as you make it out to be, brat! I guess I won't give you the scones I made. Not that I even made them for you in the first place of course! I did it for my own benefit. As for the whiskey, as if I'd have let a child drink that! Even now, I wouldn't like you too. I know, I know, I'm a hypocrite, and I'm aware that you're probably feeling indignant now... I know you're an adult. You're a fine young man, Alfred. I just... He just what? He couldn't very well say that he worried for the overgrown child. Get flustered, he just scratched out the last two words and proceeded without an explanation.

The bloody hell did you see Wales looking at? I hope it wasn't what I think it is... I have memories too, you know. They are my older siblings... unfortunately. Damn Wales and his weird fetishes.

My friends aren't invisible, you twit! You simply can't see them because you don't believe in them, you insult them, and you're not innocent enough! Not like you once were... He trailed off at that, beginning to reminisce about when a little energetic colonial America chased after his fairies happily... Shaking his head, he continued, hoping America wouldn't know that he went off into one of his "nostalgic old man" modes.

You're such an arrogant tosser, America.

...

But I suppose I wouldn't mind playing one of your childish games with you if it means so much to you.

Be safe.

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Englaaand!

Sweet in regards to meeting up then. When's a good time for you? D'you wanna visit me or would it be easier if I came to you? 'Though you sounded stressed on the phone earlier, so maybe a holiday in the US would do you good?

Your cooking sucks, old man! Stop deluding yourself!

...But I guess since it's been so long, I could choke down one of your burnt as hell rocks. I mean scones. :P

And England... stop daydreaming about me as a kid. It's kind of disturbing. Besides... all it does it make you sad. So just... stop it if you can. You being sad is... It... Just try not to so much, all right? I'm a superpower now. I'm older now - not as old as you though! - and I'm not a naive little kid anymore. So just... see me as I am now. It might be kinda disappointing, but... whatever.

Urgh. I'm just not comfortable with Wales. I mean, I have weird kinks too, but... c'mon. Just... no.

Of course I ain't innocent anymore! And... you saying you are? England. Seriously? XD Besides, unicorns are only seen by virgins... You wanna tell me something?

You will? :D Awesomeee. We'll play when you come over!

Bye bye, Arthur! He wondered if the other man would notice the name change...

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Alfred,

I'm quite available as I do not currently have any pressing concerns or issues to deal with. Of course, there's the slump in the economy, but that will just take its time. The weather's been rather turmultuous and I go from being overheated to freezing my bloody appendages off. Basically, any time is fine for me. I know you're quite busy nowadays, so it's best if you decide.

My cooking does not "suck"! You just don't have a sophisticated pallet.

But. Er. Oh. You would? Well, since you hate them so much, it's fine if you don't want to... but I'll bring some along anyway just in case.

...You idiot. You're the opposite. I could never be disappointed in you. I'm... I regret a lot of things that have happened. But I'm quite... proud of the man you've become. He refused to write any more in fear of sounding too sappy. In fear of Alfred realising that he...

Well, we all have our... preferences. Do you think Wales would get along well with Germany? I'm sure they could find some common ground...

ALFRED! Don't insinuate such things! Bloody hell! You always say yourself how old I am. Of course I've not been deprived of... that.

...Sounds good. I can't wait. No! That sounds too desperate! I guess it'll be fun, at least somewhat.

Until next time, Alfred. x

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They both loathed the distance between them, and the irritating and inconvenient time difference, but they never tired of long phone calls and exchanging letters. They always savoured their time together, even though they showed it with banter, lectures and childish pranks. They stored each other's letters safely in their bedside drawers and read them every night, and they always looked up into the sky and thought of one another. Always dreamt of holding each other again.

But sometimes, the letters had to be enough. So, as soon as England had boarded his plane and America drove back home, he grabbed some paper and a pen and began to write.

Dear Artie...