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Random UsUk story that needs a title.

this is longer than a oneshot so let's just go with short-ish story. Implied spamano and implied smut

I watched as the other nations spilled out of the meeting room, all eager to get home after another exhausting and useless meeting, why we all couldn't just agree on something I'll never know. I started putting the rest of my paper work into my brief case, the room now completely empty, though I didn't mind; all I was missing was America inviting people to his birthday party tomorrow, wait tomorrow! I glanced at the calendar and saw that tomorrow, was in fact, the 4th of July tomorrow, America's birthday, the day he declared independence, I had been so busy I had completely forgot. At this new information I felt my throat and chest tighten and my knees buckled beneath me, no longer able to hold my weight, I fell to the ground, a few strangled sobs escaping my lips, I tried to stop the tears but to no avail, though to be honest I didn't really care, no one was around so there wasn't a point in forcing it back. I cried freely, letting out all the emotions I kept hidden from everyone else, letting out the emotions I hid from myself.

I hadn't even started to calm down when I heard a door slam down the corridor followed by heavy footsteps quickly approaching the room. I jumped up quickly, frantically wiping away the tears from my cheeks just in time to see America fling himself into the room, great exactly who I wanted to see right now!

"Hey Iggy have you seen my... Hey dude, are you ok?" America turned his gaze to me, taking a few cautious steps towards me as if approaching a frightened animal.

"I-I'm f-fine" I stammered weakly turning away from him and lowering my head in hopes that he wouldn't notice the tears that were threatening to spill again or the tears that already stained my cheeks.

"Dude, are you crying?" he asked, concern filled his voice.

"N-no I s-said I'm fine, now l-leave me alone" I responded turning my attention back to my paperwork, my voice shaking violently much to my dismay.

America paused for a second before grabbing my shoulders and turning me around to face him, his grip strong so I couldn't turn away so I kept my head down, hiding behind the hair that had fallen over my face.

"You are crying" he gasped, crouching down slightly so he could get a better look at my face, I didn't bother arguing with him, he already knew.

"D-don't you have other t-things to do?" I snapped, not really in the mood to be ridiculed.

"Not anymore, what's wrong?" he asked, seeming completely unfazed by my snappy tone.

"N-nothing, leave me alone, I have somewhere to be" I lied, trying to shake his hands off my shoulders.

"Dude, don't lie to me, you were just going to go back to your apartment and do boring paperwork, you need to get out more, have more fun" a bright smile found its way back onto the Americans face, him seemingly to have forgotten about finding out what was wrong for the moment, his attention span wasn't the longest.

"Hey I have an idea; you should come to my birthday party, dude it's going to be totally awesome, since you're busy every other year you've totally missed out" he looked back down at me, his smile dropping instantly as he probably noticed the fresh tears that now flowed uncontrollably down my cheeks, a new wave of sobs shaking my body, I just wanted to leave, get out of this room and away from the blond in front of me.

"England, please tell me what's wrong" America asked, cupping my face between his hands and lifting my head to look at him, his thumbs brushing away the tears on my cheeks. What was I going to tell him, I couldn't tell him the truth, he'd just laugh and make fun of me, he's clearly moved on why couldn't I? Bloody hell, why can't I!