Young and Reckless (Hetalia Fanfic)

Ch.35

The three still waited, the sun already going down. America has been out for hours now, even Norway was starting to worry, though he didn't show it obviously....

"Is he dead?" Norway sighed, looking over to Denmark.

"No, you idiot....he is still breathing."

"But, he has been out-"

"Nor-way...." America mumbled, his face morphing into pain. Norway jumped to his feet, muttering a spell and placing his hand on Americas forehead. Just as his hand make contact, Americas eyes snapped open, along with England who jolted up in the bed.

"You did it!" France sighed in relief.

"H-He, oh my...he-" America couldn't talk, mostly from shock, trying to catch his breath.

"You fucking idiot!" England(Now Arthur) yelled, chucking the pillow at America. It him in the face, nocking him back to the floor. "What have you done!"

"Whoa, whoa, calm down!" Norway yelled, holding a treating finger toward England while America tried to get up onto his feet. "What is going on?"

"That twit!" England yelled. 

"I saved you!" America yelled back.

"From who?!" America stood in shock as England got to his feet. "You left me, you hurt me and now you say you love me?! Your fucking nuts!"

"England calm down-"

"I do love you! That's why i left you!" America cried out, him and England now up in each others faces. Norway paled, standing in the middle of them both.

"Stop yelling, we can-"

"You hurt me Alfred!" England cried. The room went silent, tears running down England's face. "Oliver was right, it is all your fault!"

That one hit America, pain spreading in his chest. "E-England...don't s-say that-"

"I was better off in my mind! Oliver could have took away all the pain and i would be the happiest person ever!"

"No, he would have killed you!" America yelled. England's green eyes narrowed, his fist shaking form anger.

"Then you should have just left me there."

Americas eyes widened when England simply walked away, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Wait, Oliver?" Denmark asked. "Who's that?"

"That's England's 2p!...." Norway stated. America couldn't help but stare at the Brit as he buried his face in his hands. 

France silently sat beside England, wrapping his arm around his torso in a comforting way. England's head snapped up, anger in his eyes. But when he saw it was only France, his face softened and he just buried his face in his hands again. America just watched, slowly sitting on the floor.

"What happened in there?" Norway asked softly.

"Oliver wants to snap England..." America whispered, not really wanting to talk. He wanted to be the one to comfort England...but instead, he was the reason England needed comfort..

"Why are you all so calm then?!" Denmark asked surprising everyone. "Oliver is in his head, and he wants to snap him.....Anything out of the ordinary you should be concerned about?"

"Well, with England in such a negative state, he's an easy target." Norway stated. "Now, tell me exactly why he hates you."

"I don't want to talk about it." America whispered. Norway sighed again, rubbing his temples.

"I swear.....ah, okay. How about this, if you don't tell me you WILL lose England."

Americas head snapped up, horror on his face. "Was that a threat?"

"Yes, now wipe your face and tell me."

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"Oliver?" Allen called out, walking around the empty house. "Where is that  phys-co path?"

Allen groaned as he dragged his base ball bat behind his lazily. He and Jasper just finished a game of Hockey-Base. It was an advanced mix of Baseball and Hockey, very intense and murderous. It usually ended with one of them in the hospital. This time, Jasper was in a few cast while Allen got the privilege to walk away as a winner.

"Whats this?" Allen asked himself, picking up the glitter covered pink stick note. It read,

-Allen dear,

I went out to snap a conscious. My 1p!'s to be exact, so i wont be home to cook dinner. I also probably wont be back for a few days, snapping a 1p! takes time. Any-who, see you soon!

Love, your Ollie~

-

Allen stared at the note with a blank expression for a few more second before a smile etched onto his face. "Yes! Oliver isn't cooking tonight!"

He cheered, doing his victory dance for the second time that day. He was thrilled he wouldn't have to search his food for poison.

"But wait," He re-read the note, his smile falling. "Awe, he went 'snapping' without me?"

He growled crumbling up the note and tossing it aside. He slung his bat over his shoulder and pushed up his glasses more with a smirk on his face. "We'll see about that."

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So, I think i want to make a story with the 2p!'s this time.... Like when this is over, make a new story with Allen and Jasper....I really like them too.....Also, i was think about making a story just about cannon facts i found that people had made for the countries. Should i? Because i have quiet a few of them and they are amazing!

Welp, Adios and have a good day knowing that Oliver will be to busy to poison your food! ^W^

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