Don't Leave Me

Isolation

Weeks passed and I let myself fall further and further into isolation. My people rage and protest about injustices and the failing economy. I couldn't help but feel shame as I continuously let them down. On top of that, no other country seemed to notice that I haven't been around. Funny how that hurts more then the words they throw at me. The thought that I'm just so easily forgotten...

Knock! Knock!

"America-san?" Japans soft spoken tone spoke through the front door.

Blinking I turned to stare at the front door from my position on the couch. That can't be right. Japan hates me so why would he visit.

This time a British voice spoke through the door, "Alfred open the door."

Okay now it's making a bit more sense. England, who for some reason has to meddle in everyone's business, dragged Japan along on his quest to fix me.

Huffing I stood up and walked over to the door opening it just a crack. Despite everything, I don't want Japan to see my messy house.

"Finally." England said moving to push through but I stood in the way, "Would you move you bloody id-" he paused before speaking again, "Please move."

A part of me felt torn. All I want to do is glare down at England and slam the door in his face, but behind him Japan stood watching in that silent way that he does. I don't want him to see that side of me because it'll only confirm that I'm a horrible person in his mind.

"Good morning America-san. Could we talk privately?" Japan asked politely giving away nothing as he stared back at me. I forgot how pretty his eyes are.

England cleared his throat and I blinked blushing, "Uhm y-yeah dude of course!"

"Great. You two talk out here and I'll be inside waiting when you are finished Alfred." England said pushing at me again, and this time I let him through as he squeezed between me and the door until he disappeared inside.

Japan and I stared awkwardly at each other and I shifted my weight trying to think of what to say. Honestly I still couldn't really comprehend that he came to my house and wasn't insulting me for all that I had done.

"I forgive you." His voice was so quiet I wasn't quite sure I heard him right until he continued, "I do not hate you. Both of us did horrible things during that time. I wish to move passed it if we can America-san. You wanted to be my friend in the past, and I do not see why that should change." A light blush tinted his cheeks as he spoke.

I can't believe this. He forgives me? After what I did? And he wants to be friends!?

"I...You're joking right?" Shit that came out wrong, "I mean like you can't really forgive me for that can you? Japan I don't deserve to be forgiven!"

Japan shook his head, "I disagree. I forgive you. If other nations can forgive me for my mistakes I can forgive you for yours." He said it like it was obvious and so simple.

I opened my mouth to argue but I didn't really have one. I don't feel like I deserve this but man do I miss him, "W-well... I'll do everything I can to earn this Japan! I swear it. I'll be the best hero I can be for you." A genuine smile covered my face and he matched it with his own small one.

This is amazing. This is the best day ever, "Do you want to come inside?" Screw the mess. I've missed him too much to care anymore!

Japans smile left and his face went back into its normal neutral expression, "No thank you. I have to get back to my nation now. I can visit another time though?"

"Yes! Of course!" I yelled and he flinched though amusement flickered in his eyes, "Anytime dude seriously!!"

"Thank you." He nodded and gave a polite goodbye before turning and walking towards his car.

I watched him go and didn't dare move until his car had turned off of my street and was out of sight.

"You're letting a chill in." England called from the kitchen finally causing me to drag myself inside.

That smile seemed planted on my face even when I entered the kitchen to find England cleaning, "How?"

I didn't need to explain for him to understand, "You make a lot of assumptions about everyone Alfred. You assumed Japan hated you, but in reality he just didn't know why you started avoiding him. I explained and he wanted to fix things." He shrugged scrubbing again the dirty stove top, "Stop making assumptions you git and maybe you'll find people care." At that he looked intensely at me.

Well maybe my smile wasn't as permanent as I thought because it quickly fell, "I don't need a lecture dude."

Rolling his eyes England set down the rag he was using, "No, you need a solid kick in the arse! That's why I'm here."

"What?" I asked.

England smiled, "I'm moving in until your back on your feet." He declared.

I broke into a roaring laugh, "Y-you...Move in? Ha! Yeah right!" I continued laughing especially as his caterpillar eyebrows stitched together in frustration.

"I am. My stuff will be arriving tonight. You clearly need a sitter anyway," I stopped laughing to argue but he continued, "You also owe me for bringing Japan here. So you have no choice."

Well shit. He's got a point there.

Satisfied with my stunned silence he went back to cleaning, "Now I'd order you to go clean your room, because it most definitely is dirty, but I doubt you will listen. Instead get out of my kitchen so I can clean and then make you dinner." He ordered grabbing an apron from the stove door and he swiftly tied it on.

"Suicide by poisoning...great." I grumbled turning to walk out of the kitchen.

"What was that?" England called.

Chuckling I pushed the kitchen door open, "Nothing England!" I called back as I walked out and back to my spot on the couch. This is definitely going to suck.

((So this was more of a rewrite on this chapter and less editing. I had noticed that earlier in the story America said Japan hated him but in the next chapters they were friends. I figured this could be a way to fix the inconsistency lol. ))