Hetalia One Shots

UsUk

This is my first attempt at a song-fic thing, so sorry if it sucks. Also, France is the bad guy. Don't kill me!!

America's P.O.V.
Are you scared by what he put you through? Is that why you treat me like you do?
England sat in his couch, sobbing his eyes out. His boyfriend, well, ex-boyfriend France just broke his heart. I tried to hug him, but he shied away.
You keep building walls I can't break through. What can I do to prove myself to you?
"Want some tea, England?" I asked. He nodded.
Just because he wasn't faithful, doesn't make me a cheater. Just because he just wasn't true, doesn't make me a liar. I gave him his tea. Earl Gray with cream and two lumps of sugar. Just as he likes it. I tried to hug him again. He moved away.
Can't you see? That he ain't me? This is not how it's supposed to be. No way I can win, guilty until proven innocent. Now I'm paying for his sins. "England, talk to me. How did it happen?" I asked.
England P.O.V.
The shouting may seem like deja vu.
That bloody git. Stupid France.
Flashback
"Angleterre, I'm home!" France called through the house. I came downstairs, tear stains on my face. "Angleterre? Whats wrong?" France asked, holding my face in his hands. "D-Don't touch me, bloody frog!" I yelled, pushing his hands away. "What did I do?" France asked, entire baffled. "As if you didn't know, stupid git." I sulked. "I don't know! I didn't do anything!" France exclaimed. "Y-You cheated on me! And you didn't tell her or me! I was home alone just now, and I heard a knock on the door. I answered it and it was a girl with long, black hair and grey eyes. She asked if her lover, France was home. I told her no. How dare you?" I yelled, fresh tears streaming down my face. France got mad. "I didn't cheat on you! She forced herself on me! I didn't do anything!" He yelled back. "Yeah right! She said you came on to her! She asked if you were with someone, and you said no! I fucking hate you!!" I yelled. He walked over and slapped me. "I looked up at him, hurt. I ran.
End flashback

America P.O.V.

England continued to sob.
I can't stand the thought of hurting you. "Ready to talk yet dude?" I asked, putting a hand on his shoulder. He moved away.
You keep pushing me further away. Even when I'm begging you to stay!
"England, bro. You can't keep it bottled up. Talk to me. I'm here. " Y-Y-You're j-just l-l-like h-him." England sobbed. Ouch. That hurt a bit.
Can't you see? He ain't me. This is not how it's supposed to be. No way I can win, guilty until proven innocent. Now I'm paying for his sins.
"England, I'm not like him." I said.
It's unfair, to compare. When you needed me I've been right there. I just know, I can't hold on, unless you let it go!
I moved over to him. "I'm not gonna hurt you. You're safe here." I said, putting my hand on his shoulder. He moved it.
Can't you see? He ain't me! This is not how it's supposed to be. No way I can win, guilty until proven innocent. Now I'm paying for his sins.
"England, I love you! I can't bear to see you sad! Cheer up. I love you." I said, turning him to face me. He looked up at me with puffy eyes. "W-What?" He asked, sniffling. I gently wiped away his tears with my thumbs, looking him straight in the eye. "I love you. I love you so much I can't stand it. I hate when you're sad. So don't be sad. You don't have to be sad because I love you." I said, gazing into his emerald green eyes. "D-Do you mean that, America?" He asked me. I nodded and hugged him. "Yes. I meant every word." I said holding him close. *ding dong* the door bell rang. I got up and England followed me, holding onto me. I opened the door and scowled. A certain blonde Frenchman was on the front steps. "Angleterre! Please take me back! I love you." He begged. England shook his head. "He doesn't want to deal with you right now dude, you should leave," I said, deathly calm. "You're speaking for him, le stupide.(1)" he said. England looked up at the man. "G-go away bloody frog. I hate you." He said, still a little teary. "You heard him, now leave." I said, slamming the door in his face. England hugged me. "I love you, Alfred" he said quietly. I blinked. He used my human name. "I love you too, Arthur." I said, holding him close. Nobody was ever going to hurt my Artie again.

Done! The song is called Guilty by Jason Chen. Translations: (1) La stupide: asshole
I used Google translate, so sorry if it's incorrect.
Hasta la pasta~!
~Cali Skye