Tears fall like rain.

The tears wash away their sins, their errors, their past....

And yet, these tears were not wanted by either of them.

Why?

Why hate something that rids yourself of the feeling of agony? Of pain? Of anger? Are tears not the final option in the times of heartbreak and suffering?

Tears bring pain.

With pain, comes more tears.

Before they even knew it, they were trapped in a world of their own tears. What can stop the tears? What can stop the pain?

Could it be that they were meant to destroy each other's pain?

A few days ago, Arthur was released from the hospital.

The Englishman had spent over a week recovering in the hospital, each day filled with boring tests and medications. Then, one hopeful day, the nurse told him he was all patched up and that he could go back home. Arthur was relieved.

Now, the Brit was taking a long, warm shower. He was tired still, most likely from stress over his nation's economy issues and such. The warm water from the shower somewhat calmed him down. Calm. That one emotion was rarely felt with Arthur. So many things were happening! Not just with politics and economy, but with his social life! What to do about Alfred? When did Arthur start feeling like this towards Alfred? Arthur shook it off, letting the warm water pull him into this rarely felt peace. He was content, so content that he began humming a few songs by the Clash. Yes, this feeling was something the Brit missed...

As his bathroom was upstairs, he did not hear the sound of wood being knocked on. "Iggy!" Alfred called out. Where was Arthur? The American knocked on the door again, a bit louder than the last attempt. Still no answer. Alfred was getting worried. "Artie? Hey, Arthur? Its me, Alfred! Open up!" Still no answer. What if...Arthur collapsed again? What if he was dying!? The American felt sick just thinking about it. What to do!? How could he get in? Wait, Arthur usually has a spare key hidden somewhere....but where?

Alfred searched all over the Briton's porch. He overturned little decorations, planters, pots, and even the hose. Where was that blasted key? The American, in frustration, kicked at the welcome mat that was laid out before the door. There! There was the key! "Alright, I really am awesome! Now, don't worry, Arthur, I'll save you!" Alfred declared this as he picked up the silver key and turned it in the lock.

"Alright now, where is he?" Alfred muttered to himself. His hero instincts kicked in as he heard footsteps from upstairs. Oh no, what if somebody is kidnapping Arthur? What if he's trying to fight them off!? Don't worry, Arthur! I'm coming! Arthur entered the house and rushed up the stairs towards Arthur's room. With luck, he would be able to save Arthur! Heroes NEVER fail at saving their love interest! "ARTHUR!" Alfred nearly screamed as he entered the bedroom.

Well...he wasn't expecting this.....neither of them were....

There was Arthur, perfectly fine and dandy...but shirtless. He had pants and everything on but his upper body was fully exposed to Alfred.

"U-Um....I guess you're not in any danger?" Alfred managed to squeak sheepishly. Arthur frowned in frustration, his face scarlet. "Bloody hell, Alfred! How the fuck did you get into my house?" The Brit didn't even bother to cover up his upper body. Alfred turned a deeper shade of red as his eyes became glued to Arthur. Dear God.... he thought. "I-I..er...used your spare key. I knocked but you didn't answer, so i thought....thought that you were unconscious or something again...." How embarrassing! Alfred shifted uncomfortably from his standing spot, his eyes glued to the handsome Englishman. "Would you quit staring, you git? You're creeping me out!" Arthur snapped, blushing wildly. Alfred swallowed, his throat becoming dry as he continued watching the Brit, ignoring the embarrassed ranting from said Brit. That pale skin looked so smooth...alfred just wanted to reach out and....Alfred snapped out of those perverse thoughts, trying to regain his sanity. "Wow....." Alfred managed to say. "...you have a lot of scars, Arthur."

Arthur parted his lips slightly in surprise.

"...I suppose I do..."

"Where did you get them all from, anyways?" Alfred asked. The American walked over to the bed Arthur was sitting on, and sat down beside him. Arthur's eyes dimmed in a nostalgic manner, a small sigh escaping his lips. "I have many scars.... Most of them from wars and plagues. I have several from the Crusades, the Opium Wars, and even the Hundred Years War. I have recent ones too," Arthur glanced at Alfred before continuing. "I have a few from 7/7....the Iraq War....." The Brit stopped there, feeling horrible memories flood into his mind. "You have it rough, Arthur," Alfred whispered, "I have a lot of scars too but...you have even more than I thought." The American allowed his eyes to travel to the Englishman's arms. "You have some from me, too."

Silence.

"The ones from the Revolution aren't very big. There's only one that is noticeable," Arthur chuckled, fingering the scar Alfred personally gave him. This did not go by unnoticed by the American. Alfred frowned and bit his lip. That scar... "These are your physical scars, Arthur. I probably caused even more scars than you think..."

Arthur bit his trembling lower lip, his eyes threatening to release tears. "S-Stop talking so mature, you idiot...." Alfred was right, though. Every day, Arthur would have horrible dreams and memories from the Revolution, and also about Alfred himself. Something sparked inside Alfred, the same spark that he felt earlier when he kissed Arthur after finding him unconscious. All this pain...Alfred wanted to make it all go away. "W-What are you...?' Arthur gasped as Alfred leaned closer. "S-Stop it! I m-mean it!" This seemed familiar to the Brit. It was almost like the dream he had! Was Alfred about to kiss him? Oh God, Arthur felt his heart beat rapidly. Alfred, however, was not targeting Arthur's lips. He brushed his lips over the numerous scars on the Englishman's chest and arms, as if he was kissing them to make them vanish. "A-Alfred! W-What...!?" Arthur managed to say, despite the warm feeling that was beginning to rise in his stomach.

"S-Stop it, you git! get out of my house! Out! OUT!" Arthur cried out as he pulled away. The scars that were kissed felt like they were burning. Alfred nodded, not feeling any hurt or pain by the statement. He knew he acted wrong, just kissing the one that went through hundreds of years of pain because of him. What was he thinking? Making a sudden move on the Englishman like that? Alfred smiled and said, 'See ya, Iggy!" He then raced out of the house, his cheeks flaming.

Arthur sat there on his bed, feeling strange and warm. What the fuck was up with that!? His mind raced as the image of Alfred kissing his scars flashed into his mind, causing Arthur to turn bright red. "Well...I need a long, cold shower now, damn it..."

Strangely, Arthur wanted Alfred to continue.

So, why did he stop him?

Alfred continued running, ignoring the burning sensation in his throat as he harshly sucked in more air. He had to keep running. What was he thinking? Kissing Arthur like that? Surely, that was not just a romantic approach! It was more like....like something Francis would do! The American stopped running, leaning against a lamppost as he panted for a more steady flow of air. What on earth was he going to do? Arthur would surely ask him about it the next time they met!

The cold and foggy streets of London seemed to match the American's mood, for once. He was depressed, horrified, and sad. Arthur...how was he going to apologize to Arthur? Just say, "Sorry I started kissing your chest like that. I couldn't help myself!"? That would NEVER work. Maybe, "I couldn't help it, you're so hot and I love you."? Where the FUCK did that come from? Alfred began wondering if the London air was screwing with his head...

Falling to his knees, Alfred slammed his fist against the ground. "Damn it... I fucked it up big time. What was I thinking, jumping onto Arthur like that?!"

"What's this? You jumped Arthur? My, my! You're more scandalous than I thought, Alfred!"

Alfred looked up to see Francis, in all his perverted glory, standing there with a bag labeled HOT STUFF ADULT STORE. Choosing to ignore (and not think about) the bag that was filled with...things...., Alfred stood up and gasped, "Francis! I need your help! My love life is on the line as we speak!!"

"Oh? What's this? You're asking me for love advice with Arthur? Let me guess, to spice things up?" Francis laughed, a sleazy grin on his face. Alfred scowled, in both disgust and annoyance. "No, you perverted ass! I did something, and I think Arthur may have been a bit...er...disapproving of it...and..." Francis broke in by laughing, "What? So you DID jump him!?"

"NO! SHUT UP AND LISTEN, YOU IDIOT!!!!"

"Alright, fine. Now, what exactly did you do?"

Alfred blushed scarlet as he sheepishly scratched the back of his head. "Um...I walked in on him when he was shirtless....and I mentioned he had a lot of scars. he told me about them and then, I don't know....I.....I started kissing them." It sounded rather ridiculous when Alfred explained it, but Francis, with his perverted imagination, turned the entire thing into....well, a Francis-like thing. "My, my! How amazing! So awesome! I never thought you had it in you! Now, I assume that Arthur pushed you off in pure embarrassment, then told you to leave, yes?" Amazing. Right on the dot! Alfred nodded. "Ah, silly, silly, Arthur. You're worried that he may not want to see you for a while, and that he may not feel the same towards you?"

"Yeah! Amazing! How did you know!?"

"Call it a Frenchman's intuition. All you need to do is play hard to get! Arthur may not seem like it, but he's actually quite romantic when he wants to be. He's also a closet pervert, if you catch my drift...."

"What!? No way!"

"Although, you probably wouldn't know," Francis scoffed. "Arthur never tells you anything nowadays. I can see why though..." All the respect for Francis that Alfred had moments ago, it all shattered. Anger began filling his veins. "What do you mean, Francis?" The Frenchman smirked cockily. He found it quite enjoyable to play games with the other nations, telling them secrets to see what happens and such... "Oh, its just that Arthur is afraid of you."

Afraid....

Afraid......of Alfred?

Francis continued on. "Even though you two patched things up, he was always, and still is, afraid of you turning on him again. He thinks that by telling you his secrets, you might not want to be with him anymore. He's such a child, sometimes... Really, I find it pathetic, no? No wonder nobody likes spending time with that uncouth Brit, he's so paranoid and depressing! Not to mention h--"

Alfred ended the Frenchman's rant with a sharp and heavy punch. Francis clutched his bleeding nose, glaring at the American. 'What the hell was that for!?" Alfred gritted his teeth, glaring daggers at Francis. Was this what Arthur felt like at the G8? Alfred now understood Arthur's rage and hurt, and it only made Alfred feel even worse. "Don't you DARE talk about Arthur like that! He's better than you....he's always been! So don't talk like him in such a way again, you fucking bastard! If I hear you speak of Arthur like that again, I'll kill you.....SO SHUT UP!" Alfred snarled. The American turned to leave. Francis laughed, "You're suddenly his protector, hm? Funny, its all YOUR fault that's he so weak and lonely! You think you can undo the damage? You think he'll gladly accept your love? Well, Alfred, you're wrong. Dead wrong."

Alfred whipped around to face Francis. "No, you're wrong. You'll see! Arthur and I will be happy together! We will!"

Francis laughed again. "Go ahead and try, Alfred! Have your heart broken, why don't you? Maybe then you'll understand how Arthur feels, yes?"

Alfred glared at the Frenchman one more time before storming off.

It was official.

Alfred was going to prove Francis wrong.

We would win Arthur's heart no matter what, even if it took years to do so!

And then, he could heal Arthur's inner scars.

Now things will get interesting! :)

I suppose I should say the disclaimer again..... I DO NOT OWN HETALIA OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS ALL RIGHTS GO THE THE RESPECTFUL OWNERS.

You all can just call me Lunar-chan, if you wish! :) Oh, I have a few questions for you all too.

1: Do you want any more pairings other than the ones listed in the summary?

2: Should there be any love triangles going on ?

3: What else do you want to see in the story? I mean, any suggestions or ideas?

I want to make you guys happy, so thats why I'm asking you these questions. Please review, and include your answers if you like.