England's Little Sister [H E T A L I A]

The letters he kept safe

Arthur fidgeted nervously as he watched the soldiers collect their own post from the boxes, laughing and chattering happily in the brief moment of happiness as they read words of encouragement from their loved ones.

What if she hated him?

His head snapped left when he heard Alfred bellowing at the paper in front of him, Francis and the rest of the allies also joining in. 

What if she never came back?

He didn't think he could deal with another country leaving him, despite the fact London wasn't a country and couldn't really declare Independence. He saw Portsmouth wandering around the grounds as she chewed on a pen and read her letter.

What if she was dead?

A cough from beside him nearly sent him up the wall in fear but he retained his composure and turned to face Matthew.

"This is for you." He said timidly and Arthur practically ripped his arm off when he recognized the cursive, messy writing on the front. Matthew laughed and went to join his brother and the rest of the allies who watched as Arthur tore open the letter with shaky hands, tears threatening to spill.

                             Dear Arthur,

      Morning~! It's sunny here today, the clouds look like the sheep in the field. Dylan is teaching me about farming and rural work, all that jazz. It's hard work, I'll tell you that, but interesting, there's so much to do and so little time! I don't think I've ever fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow, but now it happens every day! How is work on your side? I hope that it isn't too strenuous although that's an ignorant thing to say...Don't forget to take care of your health! I know what your like, putting work and others before yourself! You can't do a good job if your sick, so make sure of it; I'll know if you don't! I really hope you are safe and everything is fine, I listen to the radio everyday for news. You will tell me if somethings wrong, right? I miss you not being here...it's weird... 

                                                                                                        Lots and lots of love, Emma xxxxx

        P.s- Dylan got headbutted by a sheep yesterday, it was hilarious!

Arthur laughed, choking on his tears as he read the letter in London's motherly tone, smiling as he saw the millions of pictures she had attached, complete with messages and labels.

"You didn't think that she would forget, did you?" Portsmouth asked, patting his shoulder and flashing a rare smile. He returned the gesture as looked around as she pointed at the groups of people.

"She sent a letter to everyone, even the soldiers," Arthur looked as he saw the soldiers of each division gathered round their dedicated letter, laughing and clutching their hearts as they read.

"She really is a sweetheart!" Francis cooed, waving his own letter. Soon the other Allies followed.

"She wrote parts in Chinese!" Yao cheered whilst Arthur tried to work out when she had taught herself that.

"Da, and in Russian." Arthur laughed as they shared parts of her message to each other before heading to rest in preparation for tomorrow.

 

As they headed back, Portsmouth sneakily managed to deter him to the bench outside the cafeteria where she sat down and gestured for him to do the same.

"You know she'd never hate you," She said,. Arthur opened his mouth to retort but Portsmouth cut him off.

"Have off it. I know that's what you were thinking when you didn't get your letter straight away. Just because she reacted bad at first doesn't mean she'll hate you forever. Far from it, she knows why she isn't here; for her own safety. You can't always be the hero-"

"That's Alfred's job," Arthur teased and Portsmouth chuckled, nodding. 

"Yeah, he really does milk that title." The two laughed and chatted for a while before retreating to their rooms.

"Is someone talking about me?" Alfred said, his ear itching.

"Don't be so self centred!" Yao huffed, rolling over in his sleep.