Hetalia One-Shots

England and America

England's POV (flashback)

Young America: Psst... Psst... Arthur... Psst...

Alfred tugged on my sleeve as I slept.

England: Ah, you bloody wanker. You awoke me from my slumber! What do you want this bloody early in the morning?

Alfred shrugged, sniffling. My face softened but only for a second. No, I didn't want Alfred to be sad, but I couldn't comfort the young country if he wanted him to be tough.

England: Well, whatever it is suck it up or spit it out.

Alfred frowned, wiping his tears with his sleeve. He wanted to be strong for me.

Young America: I-I had a nightmare.

My face softened once more. Maybe I could be nice... just this once? I sighed, lifting my covers so young America could join me. He smiled, his eyes lighting up. He jumped into my bed and curled into my side, much resembling Greece's cats.

England: What about?

I sighed. If I am going to be nice, I had to prove a point too.

England: Make it quick, strong countries don't fret over something as small as a nightmare.

He nodded, wiping his tears once more.

Young America: You left me.

I stiffened. Of course I didn't want the young lad thinking I would leave him, but I'd have to one day, wouldn't I? I frowned, rubbing my tired eyes.

England: That's silly, Alfred.

He peeked his head up from under the covers and smiled.

Young America: You'd never leave me right?

I shake my head immediately, trying not to worry the boy. But, something in my brain was telling me not to.

England: Of course not.

My little brother smiled wider.

Young America: Promise?

He lifted up his fragile pinky and I smiled at his fondness. I hesitated. He frowned, pulling his pinky back. But, before he could I intertwined it with mine.

England: Promise.

His eyes lit up, smile wide as he enveloped me in a bone crushing hug. I laughed lightly, hugging back tightly.

Young America: Good. I love you, big brother.

I smiled fondly at the sweet boy.

England: I love you too.

(Present)

I frown, ripping up the picture that brought back bloody horrible memories. How could I have been so senseless? Promising him I'd never leave, just to leave years later? I frown, rubbing my eyes.

I had to make him a strong country. I did. I have nothing to regret. But, as much as I hate to admit it, I miss having the foolish lad around. And it is all my fault he is gone.

Frowning deeply, I drop the pieces of the picture onto the floor. They fall like snowflakes. I pound my fist on my in home bar. I shouldn't have been so careless.

I broke my only promise to the young country, and he soon escaped from my grasp.

Shaking my head of the memories I seem unable to escape, I take another swig of the bottled liquor, ignoring my tear stained cheeks..

I promise I will never forget you, Alfred. I promise.

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