Story of my Life (Hetalia One Shots)

Confrontation

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 This is the last actual "chapter" of Story of My Life. I feel a little sad now, since this is like the metaphorical death of the story But what is death, but the next great adventure? 

Sorry, I'm getting sappy. I'll try and get working in the epilogue as soon as possible. 

Like I mentioned in Fire, I want a ship name for Arthur and Elizabeth! And there's a little reward for whoever comes up with my favourite one! I'll write a little drabble\backstory\whatever from any one of my stories, your choice! Hopefully, that'll entice someone to suggest a ship name since no one has yet. 

I decided to put this at the beginning instead of the end, because honestly, do you guys even read these, or am I speaking into a void here? 

So, like I've said before, prepare for feels in the epilogue, especially for fans of Elizabeth! 

Speaking of talking into a void, check out my tumblr! Look me up, I'm genderfluid-nerd
Anyway, hope you all enjoyed this one and stay tuned for the epilogue!

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Arthur sat in Alfred’s study, staring out the window. His arm was in a sling, a walking cane leaned up against the chair he was sitting in. After the house fire and the bombings in London, Arthur wasn’t in the best of shape. The war had been dragging on for about three years now and Arthur was surprised he wasn’t worse off.

Alfred had decided that it was safest for the three of them if they came to stay with him, so Arthur relocated his wife and child yet again. Alfred’s house in Washington DC was a large, colonial affair. It had enough rooms to house ten people, assuming each person had their own room. From the front of the house, one could see the front porch and two balconies above, with red, white, and blue banners stretching across them. The paint was a faded out burgundy, the trim a spotless white. Apple trees grew around the property, which Daniel had discovered were fun to climb.

Tired of sitting down, Arthur grabbed his walking stick and got up out of the chair, deciding he needed some fresh air. He slowly made his way through the second floor to the stairs. The sound of his cane on the hardwood echoed through the empty house. Alfred had insisted on taking Daniel on a tour of the National Mall and Elizabeth decided to go with them. Arthur had opted to stay behind.

He slowly limped down the stairs, and made his way to the front door. The warm summer air caressed Arthur’s face as he opened the door and took a step outside. He hesitated before going down the porch steps. Something felt off. Arthur had a sinking feeling that something bad was about to happen.

He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and phoned Alfred.

“Hey, you alright?” Alfred answered on the second ring.

“Yes, are you guys?” Arthur replied quickly.

Alfred quietly replied to someone in the background. “Yeah, all good here.”

“You’re sure that everyone is safe?” Arthur asked urgently.

“Here’s your corndog, little man.” Alfred sighed quietly. “Dude, this place is crawling with secret service agents. I’m not letting either of them out of my sight. Relax. You can trust me and my people to protect them.”

Arthur sighed in return. “I’m sorry, I must just be paranoid…”

A bullet whizzed by Arthur’s head and lodged itself in the wood of the door frame behind him. He dropped the phone and ducked to the ground.

“Arthur?” Alfred’s voice sounded from the end of the receiver. “Arthur, what’s going on? Are you alright? Arthur?!”

Arthur reached for the phone when a black boot appeared and stepped on it, shattering the phone to pieces. Arthur looked up into the eyes of a man he had once considered a friend.

“Francis.”

“Arthur,” Francis smiled menacingly. “It’s been too long. You should have told me you had moved.”

“And lead you right to me and my family?” Arthur slowly started getting to his feet. “Fat chance.”

Arthur straightened as much as he could, looking Francis in the eye.

“Just as stubborn as before.” Francis muttered before punching Arthur in the stomach.

Arthur fell backwards, doubling over. He crashed into a rocking chair on the porch before falling down.

“I’m impressed Francis,” Arthur groaned, “Leading your own offensive instead of following behind whoever has the best chance of winning.”

Francis’ face contorted in rage. He bent down and grabbed Arthur’s hair, lifting him off the ground slightly. He kicked Arthur in the stomach repeatedly until he started spitting out blood.

“Where is he?" Francis snarled in Arthur's ear.

"As if I would tell you," Arthur choked, spitting some blood onto Francis' boot.

Francis let out an almost animal sounding growl, lifting up his booth as though he were going to stomp on Arthur. Arthur took his chance and rolled out of the way, supporting himself with his good arm and shakily getting to his feet.

Francis and Arthur locked eyes in a tense standoff. In his peripheral vision, Arthur noticed that Francis' gun had come loose and was now laying on the ground a few feet to the Frenchman's right. A plan began to form in Arthur's mind. It was a half-assed plan, but it wasn't supposed to last long. Arthur could already hear sirens in the distance, and they were getting louder. He just needed to stay alive.

Francis stared intensely at Arthur, watching carefully as Arthur bent and grabbed his cane. They stood facing each other silently before Arthur did something neither one of them fully expected. Arthur threw his cane at Francis, barely missing his left shoulder. Surprised, Francis turned to look at the cane as it flew past.

Arthur took this opportunity to dive for the gun, grabbing it and turning onto his back to face Francis. Francis stormed over to him as Arthur pulled the trigger.

Francis paused, grabbing at his left shoulder just above his heart. Police cars pulled onto the street, closely followed by Alfred's truck. The passenger door of the truck flew open and Elizabeth leaped out, running straight for Arthur, Alfred right behind her.

With the help of the both of them, Arthur got back on his feet and looked down at Francis, who was rolling on the ground in pain. Paramedics raced past the trio, some stopping to see if Arthur was alright.

Elizabeth clung to Arthur's arm. "Is it over?"

Daniel ran over to them, a uniformed officer watching over him. Arthur pulled his wife and son close to him.

"Yes. It's finally over."