A Nailed-Bat-Armed Guardian Angel (Hetalia 2p UsUk)

Still Untold

Oliver's pov

I turned around to see Allen standing behind me on the roof 'Careful or you're going to fall...' I mumbled, but I knew that he wouldn't really listen to me, not now that tears were still streaming down my cheeks and falling on the cold concrete roof. I sadly looked away, my sight resting once again on the starry sky above the city, knowing full well that I would never be able to push Allen away, to just make him leave me alone. I knew it was impossible and that why I just let it happen.
I heard shuffling rumors behind me, then a pair of strong arms got wrapped around me in a warm loving embrace.
That made me fall apart and cry it all out.. I told Allen what I've done to his secretary, 'I kinda saw it coming after that call' Allen whispered. Then I told him about what had happened back in 2015 and the reason why I moved in the USA. I practically told Allen my whole life, talking with him made me feel calm and happy, safe into his arms 'But now tell me about you' I said with an hopeful tone to which Allen shook his head in response 'No... You don't want to know about me'.
And so it started, me trying to get something out of that stubborn American hugged around me, and him trying to change the subject every now and then, appreciating the weather or the calm atmosphere in that silent night.
Then, to my surprise, Allen started talking.

No one's pov

'Hello, my name is Allen F. Jones and I'm 19 years old, almost 20' he started out, Oliver pouting at the few words spoken 'Really?' Allen shrugged 'That's something about me tho, you didn't specify what you wanted to hear' Oliver groaned slightly and nudged him playfully 'About your life, your childhood, teenage years, anything'.
Allen looked off into the distance 'Childhood? I didn't have a childhood. It would have been nice to have one, people say they have been their most peaceful years of their lives.' Allen seemed jealous about those people and their perfect life 'Being so carefree, waiting for people to make your choices at your place' he said with an heavy sigh filled with regret and sadness mixed with nostalgia also. 'Those people don't know what it really is like not having a normal family. Those people don't know what it is like to suffer through your whole life, to struggle just to live another day. My brother... I protected him...' Oliver frowned slightly
This was getting sad, Oliver wanted to stop hearing those negative feelings about what should have been the most joyful period of someone's life. It being so damn awful, so sad, tiring, so terrible.
Oliver wanted to change subject, a totally different topic. He thought for a moment before gasping in remembering 'I'm still upset about what happened the other day' he said with a terrible tone, he seemed so angry... 'seemed'. Allen looked up into the other's eyes 'Yes? What is it? I don't remember doing anything wrong' Allen said with a shrug, he knew what the other was talking about though 'You dumped me to go drink with your brother!' Oliver huffed crossing his arms. Allen laughed nervously and raised his arm to scratch the back of his head 'Well yeah but,, it had been a long time I haven't seen him' Oliver made a fake sympathetic nod accompanied by the same tone 'And how much time was that you didn't see him?' Allen kinda panicked 'Uhh.. A few weeks??' Oliver rolled his eyes 'If I was a normal someone I could curse you already, that was a date! You deliberately ghosted me on a date!' he yelled at the other. Allen made himself little into his shoulders, not really wanting to face the other, that had every right to be mad and angry at him 'Then lucky me that you aren't' he said with a quite nervous laugh . Was he really lucky that the other wasn't a normal someone but an insane someone? As much as Allen wanted to sound confident he really wasn't now. God that little guy was a weakness for him, but why?! He wasn't there for an high school soap opera love story, he hated all that shit.
Was he... Falling, perhaps?
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Oliver's pov

Now I was waiting for Allen to really say something, I wanted to know more about the mysterious man in front of me, a man that still had told me nothing about his life, despite me doing so, a man which I only knew the name and a few hobbies of. An unknown man, oh but how I loved mysteries, secrets that are still untold, stories yet to be heard, words not yet spoken.
I looked at the American in front of me with the same look a dog would give to someone holding some yummy food, big blue puppy dog eyes to which he apparently couldn't say no.

Allen's pov

Maybe next time...