The Voice In My Head ~UsUk~

Chapter 8

I don't own Hetalia, if I did there would be so many couples it would be unbelievable!

{England's POV}

I sat down in the chair, there was a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach. America was cooking some fish for me, then he would ask me about my dream. I racked my brain thinking of things to say, although I doubted he would believe me, he may appear stupid but I knew he could see through my lies. He placed a plate in front of me, he sat in the seat next to mine and stared at me, I ate the fish slowly to buy some time. When I had finished America took the plate away from me and was about to interrogate me when Canada appeared in the doorway with Americas luggage.
"Here you are America, although the lady at the desk said you were allowed to come back for it" he said quietly. I shot America a mean look, so he could've got his stuff himself. Did he ask Canada to do it so he could question me?
"Thanks Mattie!" America hugged Canada tightly, a little too tightly it seemed as Canada struggled to breathe. When America let Canada go they exchanged a look, a very strange look. Then they both glanced at me and whispered something. America turned as red as one of Spain's tomatoes.
"I'm going to go now, bye guys" Canada whispered. He left and I heard the front door close.
"What were you two whispering about America?" I asked cautiously, I'm not really sure I want to know.
"Oh nothing" the American replied, his face turning a shade of pink.
"Then you will have no problem telling me, if it's nothing" I plastered a cocky smile on my face.
"Well...ughh. Mattie and Gilbert are in a relationship now. Mattie asked me when we would be getting together" Americas face turned a violent shade of red that somehow seemed redder than Spain's tomatoes. My face turned the exact same colour.
"Oh. Well, I hope Canada realises that will never happen. I don't have those kind of feelings towards you" I stated simply. I was happy for Canada even though I never would of thought Prussia to be his type, he seemed too loud for Canada.
"Well England. Then we have a slight problem" I froze. What? "You see England. I like you" no...this was a sick prank or a dream. America did not have those feelings towards me. No way. Awh, little Alfred likes you does he Arthur. It's a shame that your mine now. If only he told you sooner you might be immune. What am I saying? You don't care about him. Not enough anyway. Your feelings are unknown to you, but I know. That's why your broken. You feel something towards Alfred but can't admit it. Broken.