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Forty-Six: Someone's Hero

Oh God, not again…

England sighed.

12th February 1942. It was a brisk, cold, winter's day in England's house and all the allies had met to finalise the plans of 'Operation Chariot' or as it was informally known as 'The raid of St. Nazaire.'

England was wondering why America was even there. He wasn't taking part in this mission. He had a few of his OSS agents in England's ranks but they were there for their own reasons.

Of course, America decided he had to be at every single meeting and even though he had nothing to do with the plan, he would flash a grin at them all and declare,

"Then I'll be the hero!"

England gritted his teeth and glared at the American. He looked around him and saw that everyone else was wearing the same mask of annoyance.

"No thanks." England replied coldly, "I'm not really up for another one of your half-wit schemes. This mission doesn't even concern you, so if you don't mind, would you please leave? The grown-up's need to talk." England smiled patronizingly at America and France, China and Russia snorted, trying to hide their laughter.

America frowned and felt anger start to rise from within him. What the hell was England's problem?

"Why do you hate me? Are you still pissed off about that whole revolutionary war thing?"

Beside England, France choked on the cigarette he was smoking and Russia eyes darted to England, who had frozen, his face turning from white, to red, to purple. He's going to blow…!

Suddenly bursting up from his chair, England grabbed America and threw him up against the wall. He pinned America's arms above his head and snarled.

"How dare- how dare you say stuff about that, in front of certain company. You're the one who's always going on about how we need to come together during times likes these but then again you're also the one who wanted his independence and even went so far as to fight for it and kill your own brothers!"

America had never seen England so angry. He glanced quickly over England's shoulder for help but everyone had diverted their eyes to different points in the room. Bastards…

"America." America turned his attention back to England, whose face was full of fury, "You want to be the hero? Then fine. I'm finished here!"

England growled at the America, drew away from him, grabbed his belongings from the table and briskly walked out of the room.

Walking down the corridor, he groaned, realising that this was his house and he could kick America out!

Speak of the devil…

"Hey England! Wait up." America called, running to catch up with him. England spun on his left heel to face America.

"I think I made it clear that I'm really not in the mood to speak with you." He said, keeping his lips into a tight line to stop him from snarling at the nervous American in front of him.

"Look, I'm sorry I mentioned the revolutionary war. Can we please forget about it? At least until the war's over? I did mean what I said, we need to stick together." He suddenly looked very uncomfortable, shifting his weight from one leg to the other. "I don't want anything bad to happen to you..."

He trailed off and refused to meet England's confused gaze. After a moment, England chuckled at America.

"Hm, that almost sounded like you cared for me." He laughed, deep from his throat and America scowled.

"Almost? Almost? There's no 'almost' about it, England. I do care for you!" America cried indignantly.

England stopped laughing and stared at him seriously.

"Oh yes, because nothing says, I like you, like a declaration of independence and tearing someone's heart out by saying you no longer want to be their brother." England spat back, sarcastically.

America nodded, keeping his eyes fixed on England's face.

"Right, okay. You think I wanted independence to be apart from you? Man and they call me stupid…" America mused and England frowned.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" England asked and before he could say another word, America walked forward, grabbed England by his shirt and kissed him passionately on the lips.

He pulled back when both of them needed to breathe. America raised his eyebrows at England.

"I wanted my independence so you would stop looking at me like a kid brother." England's mouth became an 'O' shape and he looked away, sheepishly. "I always said I wanted to be the hero. But not just anyone's hero."

He smiled at England.

"I always wanted to be your hero."

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