Fake (Hetalia: FrUkUs)

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"I messed up," I whispered. "I just... I completely messed up."

We were sitting on the hood of my car, the chilly October air causing us both to shiver slightly.

"How so?" He leaned forward to look in my eyes, as I was staring down at the ground while resting my head on my knees while my arms were wrapped around my legs.

"I yelled at someone very important to me," I said. "I told him to leave me alone. I told him I was sick of him." I looked away from his eyes, "I may have lost him."

"Is he your boyfriend?" I sat up straight and my head spun.

"No!" I answered immediately, "No," I said in a whisper, "He's just my friend."

"Seems you care an awful lot for this friend," He observed. I nodded.

"He's my best friend," I shook my head slightly, "Ever since we were children, and I hit him."

"Why'd you hit him?" I smirked slightly.

"His eyebrows. I thought they were monster caterpillars trying to eat him." He began laughing, and I couldn't help but chuckled along with him.

"They're really huge," I smirked, "But, he doesn't really mind them. Not saying he won't hit you if you pick on him for them, but he doesn't seem to really care otherwise."

"Sounds funny," He smiled.

"It's kinda stupid," I countered, "But yeah, when it happens it's pretty funny."

"So, is it because you picked on his eyebrows that you fought?" My smile fell and I glanced at him before dropping my legs so they hung off the hood.

"Wouldn't call it a fight. That requires two sides of a disagreement," I frowned, "It was more of an attack. From me."

"....." He bobbed his head back and forth slightly, like he was moving to an invisible beat, before asking, "So, why do you think you attacked him?"

"Now it sounds vicious," I let out on a dark chuckle before sighing, "I don't know. Because, he cornered me? He made me uncomfortable, and scared, I guess," I shrugged.

"I think you're wrong then." I looked up at him, "Sounds like he attacked you first. Even if he didn't know it. It's definitely a fight then. You're both involved." I thought about it.

"I guess, maybe," I shook my head, "No. It's my fault. It's because of me that this happened. Because, I'm just a fucking.... mess." I clutched at my arms, for the first time noticing I was only wearing my Tank top with the Captain America shield on it. My arms were bare, and I had full access to my arms. But, I didn't feel the normal itch in my skin. I didn't have the urge to hurt myself. Was I so beyond the pain, that I was just numb?

"Why would it be your fault?" I remained silent and he asked, "Do you think maybe, he thinks the same?"

"What?"

"Do you think he blames himself?" I looked up confused.

"Why would he be...?"

"You think you attacked him. Maybe, he thinks he attacked you. That it's his fault all of this happened. That he caused you to snap at him." I felt my eyes widen in horror.

"But, it's not his fault!"

"It's not yours either."

I stared at him for only a moment, before my brain caught up.

"Oh my God," I jumped off the hood and he slowly slid off, "I need to get home." He smiled. I fumbled for my keys, and he stepped off to the side of the road.

"Thanks," I said suddenly, turning to stare at him, "I'd probably still be in my car throwing a tantrum if you hadn't come." He shrugged, but smiled widely.

"It's no problem," He looked down, and I saw his eyes widen slightly before he knelt and grabbed something. He stood up and held out his hand. "Here," It was a purple flower.

"What is-" I took it.

"It's a forget-me-not." I looked up and he winked before jogging up the road. I turned around to watch him. He stopped as he got to a driveway a ways up the road and turned around to wave, a large smile on his face, "Good luck, Alfred!" He called before jogging the rest of the way up the driveway and entering the house.

"A forget-me-not," I whispered. I shook my head once before opening the door quickly and sliding inside, closing it behind me. I set the forget-me-not in the passenger seat before quickly firing up the engine, and cranking the wheel for a clumsy, but swift, u-turn.

I sped all the way back to town, my speedometer reaching eighty at times. Risky, but I was hurrying. When I got to town I slowed to the speed limit, but that didn't mean I wasn't pushing it at times. When I pulled up to my house, it was twelve forty-five. The car was barely shut off before I was already slamming it's door shut and running up to my front porch.

I opened the front door, which was unlocked, and noticed all lights aside from the kitchen light were off.

"Arthur?" Two chairs scraped against the wooden floors and I didn't bother kicking off my sneakers before dashing into the kitchen. As I rounded the open doorway I crashed straight into Arthur and I wrapped my arms around him tightly as I steadied us.

"I'm so sorry," He said as he hugged me back. "I didn't mean to make you upset-"

"Shut up, Arthur," I sighed as I placed my face into the crook of his neck and breathed in the faint scent of scones. God, I had been so close to losing him. "It's not your fault."

"But, I-"

"Shut up," I lifted my head and he had no time to react before I captured his lips in my own for a long overdue kiss. With one arm around his waist and one holding his back I had him pulled flushed against me. He didn't kiss back, but he didn't fight me, and I took that as a good sign.

I pulled away from the messy, unplanned kiss, and saw his eyes were a bit dazed.

"Arthur, I'm so fucking sorry," I whispered. "I was a jack-ass. I didn't mean anything I said. I was just jumpy and scared and-"

"Shut up," He grabbed my shirt and pulled himself up to kiss me again. He pulled away briefly,"Just shut up," he reconnected our lips, and in that moment I forgot everything else.

I forgot about my arms. I forgot about the pain. I forgot about the fight. I forgot about my tears. I forgot about my tantrum and I forgot about my talk with Davie. I forgot about almost crashing my car, and I forgot about leaving the front door open. And I forgot one more thing.

There had been two chairs that moved when I had came in.

Two.

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Well, I hope you liked my little Davie inset here. Mostly it was because of all of the fandom pain going on right now with the Davie strip being animated, and I wanted to make my contribution and make things a bit happy. Because, let's face it; the Davie strip isn't the happiest strip ever made.

Idk, this just really helped me cope with the new episode.

Also, there's speculation that the flower America is looking for in the Davie strip is a forget-me-not, and I like the concept and it fit perfectly with this chapter.

Well, that's all for this little Author's note

~Au revior