So this is a songfic. Anti AmeBel and pro USUK. This one is mainly just sad, there's not as much drama or angst in it. Enjoy!
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England walked down the road, hand in his pockets. It was the Fourth of July. The day America left in. Surprisingly, he was actually in America that day, walking down the streets of a small little town near the coast of Massachusetts. He didn't know the name, and quite frankly didn't care. America had decided to hold the party in a more remote location this year, and the Englishman decided to finally show up. He had been avoiding this conversation for over 200 years, and he had made up his mind that it was high time to apologize.
Forgive me
I may have said things
That aren't exactly
The way that I feel
Apologize not for the war so much as everything that came before and after that. For being controlling. For not listening. For being a complete ass to him after his independence.
For not speaking up and coming to his party sooner.
I told you I'd be strong
I said that I moved on
But it doesn't take long
To realize
As he rang the doorbell, he couldn't help but feel guilty about the fact that the party started hours ago. Maybe he should have shown up sooner. Before America possibly got drunk, or did something stupid, or-
"England?"
That I'm not over you
He was interrupted by America's voice, and couldn't help but wonder how he could hear him over the music. Looking up, he met America's surprised gaze, peering down at him with utter shock.
"What's up bro?"
"Well, er…" he started, turning his gaze to the floor. "This is long overdue, but I came to say sorry for everything. For being an ass to you, both then and now." He looked up again and resumed eye contact with the American, staring into his shocked blue eyes. Those damn captivating blue eyes.
"And for not coming to your parties sooner."
"Well that's ok, dude!" America said, albeit a bit awkwardly, flashing England a smile that made his heart thump wildly against his chest. "The party just started, you wanna come in for a bit?"
"Sure, why not?" the Englishman said, stepping through the door. He turned around and watched America close the door behind him, flashing him another one of his stupidly oversized grins. "You want anything to drink?" America asked him.
"Er, that's alright, I can get one-"
"Alfred, who is this? Did you leave me to spend time with him?" a feminine voice spoke up, a slender white hand gripping Alfred's wrist. England vaguely recognized her from the world meetings; wasn't she the creepy girl who always followed Russia around?
"Oh, uh, sorry Belarus! I just went to answer the door, no big deal!" he shouted, once again a bit awkwardly.
"Don't leave like that again," she said, eyebrows narrowed. "We weren't finished."
And with that she promptly dragged Alfred away, the latter mouthing a sorry to England with a smile as Belarus shut the door behind him.
But if there is somebody that makes you feel happy
Tends to your heart in the ways I've been lacking
Then who am I who am I
To stand in your way
England stared at the door for a moment, feeling something knot up in his chest. He was too late. America had found someone else to be with. Someone that wasn't him. Despite this, he found himself smiling slightly as he made his way towards the bar.
He needed a drink.
I won't stand in your way
"Give me a beer," he said, and the man nodded and slid him a bottle. He couldn't help but feel bad for him; he was in for a rough night.
He sat there for a while, making small talk with the few countries that decided to sit near him. Around his fourth beer, he felt someone tap on his shoulder.
"Hey dude," America said, sliding into the stool next to him. England couldn't help but notice how his shirt was rumpled, his hair messed up, and his tie loose.
"Your glasses are crooked" he commented dryly, turning his gaze back to his beer to hide the sinking feelings at the pit of his stomach.
"Oh, uh, thanks," America said, flushing a bit as he fixed them.
"Hey Iggy, about that…" he began, trailing off.
"Don't call me that." He said, drowning the last of his beer.
"Sorry," America said, without a hint of regret in his voice.
"I know this is kind of awkward, but…" America trailed of again. England raised an eyebrow in surprise; America wasn't exactly one to stumble over his words. Something must really be bothering him.
"Do you still like me?"
I know it sounds crazy
But I need you to trust me
If it's how it must be
Then I'll fade away
He thought about it for a moment, staring at his reflection in the empty bottle. "Yeah," he said. "I do still like you."
"Oh…" America said, looking away from England, not knowing what to say.
When it finally feels true
Then do what you have to
Cause I'd never blame you
For not choosing me
But I'm not over you
"Don't worry about it," England said, looking over at the American. "If you want to date her, it's fine. I had my chance about 200 years ago, and I was an idiot not to take it," He said, smiling briefly. "Just do what makes you happy." And with that, he stood up and left the house, unaware of America's regretful gaze watching him leave.
Unaware of Belarus dragging him back into the guest bedroom.
The way that I feel is no longer your burden
If there is someone that can make you feel perfect
Then who am I who am I
To stand in your way
I won't stand in your way
"England!" A voice called out to him as he was leaving the World Conference room, about a year after America's Fourth of July party.
"Hello Belarus," he said, turning around. "Did you need something?"
"Alfred and I are celebrating our anniversary tomorrow," she stated curtly. "Do you know what I should get him?"
Down the road someone will ask me
If I know you
I'll pause for a moment
I'll smile and say that I used to
"I used to know, but not anymore. Sorry," he said, smiling a bit sheepishly. She frowned, turned around and left, walking up to Alfred and giving him a kiss on the cheek.
If there is somebody that makes you feel happy
Tends to your heart in the ways I've been lacking
Then who am I who am I to stand in your
Way that feel is no longer your burden
If there is someone that can make you feel perfect
Then who am I who am I
To stand in your way
I won't stand in your way
England found himself smiling at the couple as they turned the corner, vanishing from sight.
I won't stand in your way