Hey Iggy! I'll miss you...

AN: This is my 2nd fanfic and the first was for a competition I entered. Anyways this will be writen from England's POV.

I pulled out my third batch of scones and sighed as I picked one up and hit it against the wooden counter.

"Bloody hell! Why can't I make a bloody edible scone!"

I threw the scone on the black and white tiled floor of the kitchen and held my head in between my hands. I was about to start making another batch when-

"Iggy! Where you at, dude?"

"I'm in the kitchen; and don't call me dude!"

The obnoxious blonde American named Alfred waltzed into my kitchen and stepped on the scone I threw not twenty minutes earlier. The scone cracked and crumbled into a million pieces under the heavy American's boot.

"Huh? What was that?"

"A scone you idiot."

Alfred lifted his foot up and looked at the crushed biscuit.

"Why was it on the floor?"

"Because it was rubbish."

He walked toward the rest of the scones that I set on the counter and picked one up turning it over in his hands and then bringing it up to his mouth.

"Wait, Alfred don't-"

Too late. He bit into the scone and nothing happened.

"Holy crap dude these really aren't edible"

"I told you." I sighed and took the scone from his hands setting it back down on the tray. "I don't understand it. No matter what I do they turn out like this or worse."

Shaking my head I picked the tray up and dumped the scones into the garbage.

"Oh my apologies. What is it you wanted Alfred?" When I looked back at Alfred, he had been staring at me and seemed as if he was on another planet.

"Alfred." I said as I waved a hand in front of his face. He shook his head and looked at me.

"Hi Iggy." He smiled ridiculously wide and waved his gloved hand at me. I hadn't payed much attention to his appearance when he walked in but he seems to be wearing his signature bomber jacket and his uniform. As I continued to survey his appearance I looked to his face, which was still wearing that ridiculous grin, and saw something that shocked me.

His bright blue eyes had bags under them and he looked tired. Very tired. In fact he looks much older than I remember. He's also extremely pale...

"Alfred, are you alright?"

"Huh? Oh yeah," He waved a dismissive hand, "I'm fine."

I gave a curt nod and went back to cooking. I couldn't focus though. Why am I so worried? It has to be because I raised the American. I'm worrying too much. He's a grown man now, he can take care of himself.

"Hey Iggy."

"What is it, Alfred?"

"I came over 'cause I wanted to invite you to my party!" A party. I wonder what for, it is a strange time to have a party. Nothing has happened recently to celebrate.

"What's the occasion?"

"FREEDOM!"

"Honestly, you don't need to yell." As I said that I hadn't been paying the slightest bit of attention to what I was doing and ended up cutting myself on something.

"Ow!" I pulled my hand back to me and held it in my other hand.

"Iggy? You okay, dude?" Alfred walked towards me with a worried expression.

"Yes, I'm alright." Alfred took my hand in his and for some reason I could feel my face warm. Probably from embarrassment. This is so ridiculous. I thought to myself and was suddenly brought back to reality when Alfred put my finger in his mouth.

"A-Alfred! What are you doing?" I tried to pull my hand back but he's stronger than me and held my wrist firmly as he gently sucked on my finger. My face is surely completely red by now. He pulled back and smiled.

"There ya go Iggy! It stopped bleeding."

"R-Right. Thank you."

"Well I gotta get goin' so I can get ready for the party. See ya there, Iggy!"

"Yes. See you then."

Alfred waved and walked to the door then turned around as if he wanted to say something but left the room as if he decided against it. I waited until I heard the front door shut then I fell to my knees. Why is he affecting me this much?! He never has before! I held my head in my hands as I tried to calm down and sort out my thoughts.

What is happening to me?