Hetalia One Shots (Part 1) (Completed)

Stroms (UsUk)

  April 23rd
A loud bang of thunder nearly made Arthur jump out of his skin. Tears streamed down his cheeks. A quite large puddle had formed on his desk. Painful memories of the Revolution crossed his mind. Thunder had never scared Arthur before the war, now he was terrified. A sudden memory entered his mind, he remembered every word that was spoken.

_~_~_~_~_Flash back_~_~_~_~_

"Hey, England," America held his gun. "After all, I want freedom! I'm no longer a child nor your little brother." These words hit the Brit like a bullet. This couldn't be happening. "I'll become independent from you from now on." Tears burned in England's eyes. He gripped his gun and charged.

"I won't allow it!" America's gun flew from his grasp and landed in the mud. "This is why I say you don't follow things through to the end, you dummy." A faint 'fire' was heard, but neither of the two country's paid any attention. England lowered his weapon. "There's no way I could shoot you, is there? You dummy!" He dropped his gun and clasped. "Dammit! Why!? Dammit!" His chest heaved as he cried heavily.

"England..." America looked down sadly. A memory of him as a child and England crossed his mind. 'Let's go home.' 'Okay!' They walked away hand in hand. "You were so great once..."

_~_~_~_~_Flash back over_~_~_~_~_

Arthur slammed his fist down onto his desk.

"WHY?! DAMMIT!! WHY?!" England's breathing speed up and became heavier. "Why did you leave me...?" He sounded absolutely destroyed, and he was. His pent up feelings were driving him absolutely mad. No wonder he was so pissy all the time. "Clam down. Everything's going to be ok. This is all just a bad dream, I'll wake up and everything will go back to the way it was. Yeah, that's it. Just a bad dream." This thought seems to clam him down. Without hesitaion he grabbed his Ipod and earbuds and went downstairs. He put on his playlist dedicated to America and began making a batch of scones. You see he wasn't a bad cook, he just couldn't cook for other people because he would get scared he would mess up, and he would always over think it.

So lost in his thoughts he didn't hear the knock on his door.

_~_Knock Knock_~_

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_~_BANG BANG_~_

England is pulled out of his thought. Thank go he hadn't put the scones in yet. He answered the door, only to see America. A shocked expresion crosses his face. "A-America!? What a-are you doing here?!" The American smiles and laughs obnoxiusly.

"Did you really forget your own birthday?"

"You r-remebered?"

"Of course dude! You're my big bro!" England is lanched into another fit of tears. America looks at him with concern. "Dude are you o-" before he could say more England throws himself at Alfred and hugs him tightly.

"T-thank you Alfred." After a few minutes Arthur pulls away. "I'm sorry please come in. I was acctually just making scones. Would you like some tea?"

"No thanks..." Alfred trails off when he see the inside of Englands house. It was utterly trashed. "Bro, what happened."

"Ah, nothing. It was just a minor anxity attack. I'm fine I swear." Arthur tries to force a smile to his lips.

"Ok. But maybe I should stay the night just incase."

"No. I don't want to trouble you!"

"Don't worry about it! The hero will stay the night and keep you safe!"

"W-well... if you insist. I'll set up the spair bedroom for you."

As soon as Arthur came back down, America pulled out a colourfully wrapped box and practically threw it into the Brit's arms.

"Happy Birthday!" Tears once again came to England's eyes.

"T-thank you, Alfred..." He opened the box to revel a picture of him and America as a child. Tears spilled even harder. America pulled the crying male into a gentle hug.

"Hey clam down. Geez, if I had know this was going to happen, I would have waited." England just cried harder on Alfred's shoulder.

"P-please, p-please tell me the truth." England took a deep breath. "W-why did y-you leave me?" America was taken back by this question. "Everytime it t-thunders. I'm painfully remined of the war. W-why? W-why did you leave me!?"

"I left because, I wanted to see the world you saw it. I didn't mean to hurt you the way I did, I-I just wanted to be you equal."

"Please don't ever leave me again. Promise me."

"I promise."

A/n:
I regret nothing...