AUTHOR NOTE: What happened to my promise of updating soon? LOL it flew out the window!
I apologize for the very late and much needed update!
Please enjoy!
P.S I know England, America, Japan and China all have different time zones but in this fic they all celebrate New Year's at the same time.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Hetalia though if I would . . . ;) well . . . I'll leave it up to your imagination.
I Don't Believe In Friendship and Redemption
England sat with his usual cup of tea, staring out into the night.
There were only about 10 or so minutes left until this year finished and the New Year began. What a sad year this has been: the entire financial crisis, the riots, etc.
Probably should wish for a better year next year . . . or this year . . . whatever.
Despite everything though, England smiled.
That conversation he had with China would forever be in his heart. The two countries had talked deep into the night about all their troubles and worries, spilling out centuries of pent up emotions. They both had reflected on their past and everything that happened. He may be alone tonight, but he knew for sure, that he would definitely have someone to talk to if he needed it. China had made it pretty clear that they were friends, good friends now.
However . . .
It couldn't be helped if China was a little busy tonight.
England's smile grew into a bigger grin as he remembered how he managed to convince China to go talk to Japan. In some ways, even though he knew it would have no effect on him, England hoped it was a way of making up for all the mistakes he had made towards his younger brother. It lifted his heart, knowing that two brothers tonight would be united once again.
He looked at the grandfather clock.
11:53 p.m
7 minutes left.
He took a sip of his tea, not caring that it had already gone cold.
A vague memory flashed into his mind.
"England! England!"
England let out a soft "ooph" as he was tackled to the snow covered ground by a small figure. England laughed as he ruffled the blond hair that was so similar to his own.
"England! Is it time yet? Is it time yet?"
He stood up and pulled up the little kid next to him, dusting all the snow off both their bodies while he was at it.
"Not yet," he replied, "not until midnight!"
"Awww! But I wanna see fireworks now!"
England gently pinched the boy's nose, smiling as the boy scrunched up his face.
"You impatient little boy, it's only about 5 minutes 'till midnight! Wait a little longer."
He picked the little kid up and piggy backed him towards a bench.
"It's your first New Year celebration isn't it?" England asked wistfully.
The child nodded, looking a little confused.
"Yes, but why are you sad about that England?"
"Well . . . it just reminds me of how big you are now. Someday . . . someday you will find other friends and family that you will spend New Year's with."
The kid looked shocked and suddenly hugged England tightly.
"No! That won't happen! I will spend every New Years with you!"
England didn't reply, he merely sat the boy down on the bench and knelt in front of him.
"America . . . "
"No! No matter what happens, I will come and say Happy New Year! And . . ."
He leaned forward and pecked England on the mouth.
"And I'll give you a kiss!"
England unconsciously raised a hand to his lips.
It was the first and probably the happiest New Year's Celebration that he had ever experienced. Nothing that like was going to happen again.
His looked up at the sky expectantly.
11:55 p.m
5 minutes left.
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"It's been a long time hasn't it, aru?"
Japan could only nod at those words. He was in too much shock to do anything, let alone say anything. It was true though, it had been a long time since China had stepped into this room. Japan observed his former brother.
He was wearing the traditional New Year's Chang Pao and had his usual pet panda perched on his shoulder. His body showed the fatigue that all the countries had experienced this year: heavy eye bags, light bruises and cuts here and there etc. But what caught Japan's attention was the fact that China didn't put his hair up into a ponytail, he had let it out. And Japan could see that China had given it a slight trim too.
"Here, aru."
Japan was jolted out of his observation by China who was holding out a red envelope towards him. He bowed quickly, out of habit, and took it.
"Xie Xie."
"Do itashimashite, aru."
China smiled at their exchange. Even after all these years, it was still habit to use the other person's language.
"China, I-"
"You know-"
They both broke off awkwardly, immediately turning their gazes somewhere else.
"You go first, aru."
Japan remembered his conversation with America and for a moment he let himself sink into the situation. This was what he needed.
"I . . . "
But somehow, the words just wouldn't come out.
Vaguely, Japan noticed that a nearby clock showed the time.
11:57 p.m
3 minutes to go.
"I . . ."
Japan never felt more like an ineloquent fool than right now. He wished he could move his mouth to say the words he wanted to say. But he couldn't.
"Riben . . ."
Japan's eyebrows shot up at his name being called in Chinese. China hadn't called him that since . . . well, since that night.
"Riben . . . it's ok. No need to get all nervous, aru. I just came to say Happy New Year."
Japan felt frozen.
"It's been too long, Japan . . . I'm sorry, and can't we just be friends, aru?"
Guilt coursed through Japan, but he didn't let it show. He was the one at fault, yet China was talking as if he was the one who had caused all the trouble. He should be apologizing, not China.
There was still no reply from the stoic Kiku.
China patted the panda resting on his shoulder and nodded in a sad understanding way.
"No? . . . Hao ba, I will go then. Happy New Year, Japan."
Japan felt panic grip his chest and it spurred him into action. He leapt forward and grabbed onto China's hand as he turned around.
"Wait!"
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"Pe. . ."
Italy stared outside at the falling snow.
"What's wrong?"
A deep voice asked.
"If it's snowing . . . how can there be fireworks?"
Germany paused and thought for a while before shrugging.
"Who knows . . ."
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"England!"
America's loud voice burst into the room before the person himself, causing England to drop his tea cup in shock. The beautiful tea cup shattered and the tea spilled all over England's loafers.
"A-america?"
England was stunned for a while before returning to his normal self.
"What are you doing here you bloody git? Blimey, now you've gone and ruined my shoes and my tea!"
America, while England was busy ranting, had walked straight up to England and was now looming over him.
"Gah, go away you stupid oaf! You're too close!"
England pushed against America's chest, hoping to get some distance between them but the difference in height clearly meant that there was a difference in muscle power too. America grabbed England's hands by the wrist and yanked England towards him.
"Oi! Let me go!"
England continued to rain abuse and insults towards America who was clearly trying to speak but never got a chance. Frustrated, he yelled straight into England's face.
"Will you shut up, England, and just listen for once!"
For the second time that night, England was surprised by America.
"God!" America rolled his eyes, "It took me just about forever to figure out which one of your houses you were in tonight and I had to looked through each room of this goddamn mansion just to find you! And when I do find you, you start hitting me? Why the hell did I go through all that trouble-"
"You were looking for me?"
America stopped. He seemed to realise suddenly what position they were in and he hastily dropped England's wrists and stepped back. He stood there awkwardly; one hand was on his head in confusion.
"Y-yeah . . . I guess."
"Why?"
11:58 p.m
2 minutes to go.
America took a deep breath.
"I was going to have the traditional party with Canada but he told me this year that he would be spending it with France, so I was all alone! It felt weird because normally I'd have a big party, you know, with lots of countries but this year everyone's quietened down a little and spending New Years with their family! Then I realised that this was probably how you felt ever year, since nearly all your colonies have practically deserted you and then . . ."
America blabbed on and on and on while England just stared at him.
"America . . ."
The name slipped from his mouth gently, many feelings rolling off his tongue as he said it.
America stopped again.
"I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry."
The two of them looked at each other in surprise, not expecting the other to apologize. America looked at his watch and his eyes widened as he realised what the time was. Slowly, he walked closer to England again. England took a step back and could walk no more because he had bumped into the table.
America didn't stop his advance.
Suddenly his arms shot out and grabbed England's shoulders, forcing their faces so close together that there was no space to breathe.
"A-america . . . what are you doing . . ."
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"Wait!"
China stopped.
The last time Japan's voice had been so full of emotion like that was centuries ago, when China had first found him. It invoked many happy and painful thoughts and feelings in China's heart. He could feel the warmth of Kiku's hand on his wrist, holding him there, not letting him go.
China didn't understand.
His back was still turned towards Japan so he couldn't see Japan's face. How much China wished he could see Japan's face right now, it must be so full of emotion. But he didn't dare turn around. If he did, he would probably collapse in a pile of sad tears. Japan didn't say anything when he had offered to be reconciled as brothers again, so he had assumed that it was the end. He didn't want to hear Japan's logical reasons for declining.
"Fang shou. Let go."
"I-"
"I said, let go."
Japan looked at the clock on the wall.
11:59:50 p.m
10 more seconds to go.
With as much strength as he could, Japan turned China around and stepped closer.
The tears in China's eyes were sparkling in the light.
Japan leaned in.
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Countries all around the world counted down together.
Eyes were shut.
Wishes were made.
Fireworks got in position.
People held hands.
People hugged.
People . . .
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And people . . .
Kissed.
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Happy New Year!
2012
HeTaLiA-HeTaLiA
England's head was still reeling after America pulled away. His mind wasn't concentrated on the loud and beautiful fireworks that we set off but the tingly feeling he had on his lips. Trembling he lifted a hand up and touched his lips in confusion. Did that really just happen?
"Why?"
America looked away and coughed awkwardly.
He looked back and mouthed some words which were drowned out by a loud boom of the fireworks.
But England didn't have to ask America to repeat what he said. It was pretty obvious and lip reading those four words weren't that hard.
He leaned in and gave America a hug, something he wanted to do for a very long time.
Because, I love you.
China's little panda had covered its cute little paws when he saw his master kissing someone. It crept down China's arm and dropped to the floor before crawling out the room. Maybe some privacy would be best decided the panda who sniffed around for some edible bamboo.
It might be too late . . .
But I don't care . . .
I've given it my best shot . . .
I miss you
I need you
I love you
So tell me . . .
Am I forgiven?
AUTHOR NOTES:
ANNNNNND . . . CUT! It's a wrap! Even though it's not New Years . . . anyways, I really enjoyed writing this and I hope you enjoyed reading it! Frankly this Hetalia fic is one of the best fics of done, I reckon . . . the others are just complete rubbish . . .like Ume No Tsubasa which is getting now where . . .
REVIEW! Or I will send a drunk France after you and you don't want to get raped do you? ;)
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