"PRUSSIAAAAA!!! ARE YOU HERE! SAY SOMETHING!" America called out, cupping his hands around his mouth to be louder.
"Shut up you git, you're going to scare him more. Didn't you here what Germany said? 'Be careful when you approach him'. He obviously won't be acting like himself, and with you calling out like that, he'll get scared and run away!" England scolded.
"Okay Mom..." America replied sarcastically.
"Why you little!-"
"Angleterre, it's not his fault he's like that. You were the one who raised him after all." France interjected, his wavy golden locks swaying with the non-existent breeze.
"What are you implying, Frog? That I'm not a good parent?" England roared, as he began to throttle France.
"Oh-hon-no- A-Angleterre-" France gasped, before grabbing the smaller man's hands with his bigger ones, "I thought you knew you weren't from the beginning. I mean look at my sweet Mathieu, such a good boy."
England stopped trying to strangle the Frenchman as he heard what he said.
I thought you knew you weren't from the beginning.
Old wounds from the American Revolution opened and bled anew. Alfred was first to notice the overwhelming waves of depression rolling off his old caretaker. His face became lost for a moment as he reminisced his old memories as a colony, and he felt something twist his insides in an a way he didn't like when he noticed the Brit's forlorn expression.
"Woah! England, dude, he didn't mean it like that! You were a great dad, the best. It's just... I wanted to grow up a little, y'know? I never hated you or wanted to hurt you! I still love and care about you just like I did when I was a little kid!"
The Englishman gasped as he found himself ensnared in the strong arms of the American, and any hurt feelings he had disappeared. Tears formed in his emerald eyes.
It's been too long...
No one had comforted him on what had happened between him and Alfred. No one. Frog-face had showed up a few times to try to talk to him, but that was it. No one really tried. Well... except for one...
"Wanker... just left me... bloody twat... couldn't listen to me, not even one time..." He muttered, taking another swig of rum.
Alcohol had been his only friend throughout his hardship on losing a colony. A very precious one at that. The alcohol helped numb the pain, helped him forget, even for a little while. Nothing else was helpful, and ever since the war, he didn't want to do anything else. Drinking was the only thing he normally did, with the occasional bite of food.
KNOCK! KNOCK!
He put the bottle down and looked at the door lethargically, before slowly ascending, and falling three times in the process of getting there to open it.
"What do you want?" He demanded rudely, not really giving a shit on manners or acting like a gentleman.
To his surprise, he saw Prussia; Gilbert; standing on his doorstep, looking a little worse for wear himself. He was about to welcome him in, when he remembered; this was the man who helped the bloody idiot with training his men.
"You're not welcome here." He stated simply, and began shut the door.
"Arthur... I just wanted to talk to you. You've got every right to hate me, but just hear me out." Gilbert said, holding the door, preventing it from closing.
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Fanfiction"Is West going to leave me too? I had always been a failure for a brother, not being able to help him through World War 2. I left him all by himself with the Allies, alone, whilst I got myself captured by Russia, and taken off the map. He was right...
