Disclaimer: *Ahem* this is fanfiction. That means I'm a FAN. Not the owner, and not the motorized machine.
After some persuasion, England managed to drag America into his house. He set a kettle on the stove, trying to think about….well, everything. He wasn't exactly sure of his emotions at the moment, I mean, America had ripped his heart out. And all this time, he had thought the former colony had no regrets. But after seeing him basically crying his eyes out…he wasn't sure anymore.
He wasn't sure what to do. He was hurt and betrayed, and he didn't know why. Why did his brother leave him? Rip his heart out with such glory?
How could he be so sad now, if then he was so happy?
England took the tea back to the room where America lay, still unsure.
"Why?" He asked.
America looked up, his eyes red-rimmed and puffy. "Because I couldn't stand the way you loved me."
"What?" England asked, feeling the familiar rage bubble up. Because America didn't love him? Is that it?
"I didn't realize it until recently…" America said, staring at the ceiling. "But after years of being alone. Afraid. I came to understand my feelings from way back when…"
"So you didn't love me?" England yelled. "You never loved me? You don't love me now! Then why did you come here? To rip out my heart a second time?"
"No!" America cried, sitting up. "No! Not like that, England. Not like that at all…"
America got up so he could put his hands on the Englishman's shoulders. Stooping down so as to look him in the eyes, America whispered. "I couldn't stand you loving me like a brother, because I loved you more than that."
"Wh-what?"
"At the time, I just thought it was because you treated me like a baby. But I really just wanted to be equal. So that I could love you…"
England shook the hands off his shoulders. "You…"
"I love you, England."
There is a Greek god. The god Eris, or chaos. Even this god could not contain the turmoil which was currently in Arthur's head. Emotions and past mingled, the present jumped over eligible thoughts, and the future ran about as it chased down memories. Things were jumbled and amiss, it was truly chaotic.
But Arthur could not love. Not again. Love is hopeless.
No, there was no way he could ever love again, he had no heart!
Thump. Thump. Thump.
No! His ears must be hearing wrong! He didn't have a heart!
Then what was beating so loudly in his chest?
"England?" America asked, pulling back a bit.
What was that ache in his chest, that increased as America backed away?
"England, do you love me?"
No! Love is terrible! Cruel! Nonexistent!
"No."
America stared at the man he loved. No. He said no.
This wasn't right! This wasn't right at all! There must be some error, so miscalculation in fate…
Where was the kiss? The love? The happily ever after that movies so proudly portrayed?
"I-I can't." England said, with fear in his eyes. He backed away from America, like he was deadly. "No! No! I can't love you!" He turned, running upstairs.
And America didn't follow.
He didn't chase after him, call his name, insist that love conquers all.
Because this wasn't a movie. This was real life. And England didn't love him…
He can't love him.
Yeah. Sorry. I'm not one for cliche's. I hate the "and then they kissed, made up, had a happily ever after and ran off into the sunlight together."
Nope. Not this gal. You're just going to have to stick around for the next few chapters! Poor Iggy just can't let go yet...
Anyways, reviews are greeatly appreciated! Thanks so much for all the ones I've already gotten!
-Mallory