Yeah.. You kinda need this part. Ah. America. You and your Fail-tastic ability to realize you're in LOVEE~
"Nufufufufu! Isn't this great!? Independence for ALLL!"
The laughter came from someone specific, the Hero of everyone's story. The kid that could stop the all-powerful Germany, and his cohorts. The ladies call him Alfred F. JJJJJones. Other countries call him, America. This was a special day for him, No, scratch that that, a special day for EVERYONE. This is the day that Alfred grew-up. His own Country… it grew this day. He was finally able to get away from that old Geezer with the caterpillars for eyebrows. Now here he is, with a country that still grows so strongly, celebrating such a great victory, so many years ago.
"Dorufufufufu! Hey Francis! You should have a drink too, ya' know! Join the Hero! I have a lot of great stuff… You like Cola right? It's my favorite!"
The young blonde was always rambunctious on this day, of course, and he wanted to share the joy with his great side-kick, France.
France was older, with more distinct features about him. His country had been through quite of bit of turmoil in the past centuries, and still have been digging himself out of debts. To be friendly, he agreed to join Alfred and his celebration, with other thoughts in mind.
"… Ah I suppose, Moncher. But… Have you thought about… Him?"
"Him?"
"Oui Oui, Him."
"You know I have some nice sherry I got from Antonio, Do you want some?"
It seemed whenever England was mentioned to America, He would completely blow it off, without all discretion. The two of them seemed to be tender about one another, both veering from any mention of the other. America would just completely change the subject, and would not even dare to look at the person who mentioned, as to England, who would cough softly(since he IS a gentleman) and just continue conversation.
"America, Really. You know how HE gets about this day… Maybe you should go see him? Or maybe at least talk to him?"
France always thought of their relationship as a bad break-up, where both sides of it were STILL bitter about it. He knew discussing this with Alfred would be a rough course. Sometimes he swore that America was still a child, who still needed to be parented…
"Why the HELL should I? I was sick of being treated like a baby. I'm the hero after all! Maybe if the old Man gave me some fucking responsibility! You know how it was!"
France and all the other older countries could have agreed at that time that England was a bit overprotective of America, and in fact was too hard on the lad. America was still bitter about it, as it was obvious. Hell, even England was still bitter about it. It was unfortunate that the pair couldn't just tell each other how they really felt. France always had the feeling that England had something for America, but he was too stubborn to admit it (After all, a Gentleman would NEVER bring himself upon someone else, in THAT fashion).
"Really Alfred, must you act like a child whenever someone tells you something you don't like?!" Francis was losing his patience with America's nonchalant approach to the situation. Couldn't he just do what he asks, without an argument?
"No! I'm the Hero! What are you, Francis, my fucking MOM!? I stopped Arthur and his damn, RUDE-ASS, CONTROLLING, MEGALOM-"
Alfred wouldn't finish that sentence. Not at that time. Whenever Alfred talked like that about England, it always made France angry, angry enough to want to break something. In this case, his fist just happened to fall forward, and just happen to hit America right between the eyes, knocking him off his feet. The younger blonde happened to stumble, and hit the floor of the patio afterwards, cursing under his breath at the Frenchman.
"Monsieur. Get your little Punk-ass over to England's. Or should I give you… Hm.. Another blow to your pride?"
America went silent as he scooped himself up, dusting at his lovely bomber's-jacket, and started down the stairs, mumbling to himself. He didn't wanna' go see England... Nuhuh.. England would just complain about him, and whatever. The old Geezer would always rant when he got bored... and as the hero, Alfred didn't like being bored to tears. The way England always drank tea, like he was better then everyone else... the way he crosses his legs when he talked about things, like a fuckin' King.... The way he smiles.... which seems so sweet, the way He looks off into space, like such a dreamer...
What a waste of his great Celebration, He thought with pursed lips. (LIKE THIS. ---- T 3 T)
He went through his town, everyone happy to see him, cheering on about 'INDEPENDENCE!' and 'FREEDOM'. He really loved it. Being able to do everything for himself, hell he even stopped Germany! He was fine by himself.... though at the same time, he always had this feeling that bothered him, that always made his heart pound... He could never figure out what it was.
Whatever. It's nothing important if it doesn't show it's face to the HERO!