The Voice In My Head ~UsUk~

Chapter 18

I don't own Hetalia, if I did there would be so many couples it would be unbelievable!
Also, is it weird that whenever I hear the song 'Radioactive' by Imagine Dragons I think of the revolutionary war between England and America and vice versa? It's a serious problem, that song comes on the radio or on my phones music playlist and I'm just like " please don't do this...." And whenever I hear the song 'Save The World' by Swedish House Mafia I think of America?

{England's POV}

I wiped the tears out of my eyes and got out of bed, I couldn't mope around if I wanted to get America back. I got some clean clothes and went into the shower, stepping under the water and washing my hair. I closed my eyes and sighed, thinking about an excuse to talk to him. I could go to his party today...no, that would cause a scene and would be difficult. I could text him. Yes! I would text him. I jumped out the shower and dried myself quickly, throwing on my boxers and t-shirt and grabbing my phone and unlocking it with a 'click'.

Me: Hello America. Are you willing to talk to me?

I waited 5 minutes. No answer. What did I expect, he would never reply to me, not after what I did.
"What did I expect? I'm a bloody idiot" I muttered under my breath. I put on my trousers and went downstairs, a sour look on my face. I sat in the kitchen and checked the time on my phone, 11:43. America would probably be sleeping right now, maybe that's why he didn't answer me. After all, there was an eight hour time difference between us if he went to the California house, he probably did, since that's where the party was normally held.
"I'll need to go over soon anyways. There's a world meeting being held there in a week" I got up to make myself some tea, running my hand through my hair to try and control the mess that it had become when I slept. I loitered around the house for the day, drinking endless amounts of tea. At around 12 at night I left for the airport, I was going to Americas house to say I was sorry, even if he didn't forgive me I had to go. I boarded the plane and sat at the back of the plane, hoping that no-one would sit here since there wasn't that many people coming on. Sadly that wasn't the case, a girl that looked to be around 20 sat next to me and attempted to socialise. I sighed inwardly, she was only trying to be nice because I must have looked miserable, when she asked me a question I supplied her with one word answers.
"So" she had a very noticeable American accent "what's bringing you to the states?" She gave me a big smile and I couldn't help but think of America. "I'm apologising to someone that means a lot to me" my voice threatened to brake, I didn't want to talk about this but didn't have the strength to tell her to leave.
"Girlfriend?" She asked curiously.
"No, a friend-well ex friend named Alfred" I replied, my voice low.
"What happened between you both?"
"You wouldn't understand, it's very...complicated" how was I supposed to tell her what happened, she would surely criticise me and side with America.
"I understand" she gave me a warm smile "I'm actually going over to do something similar. It's very complicated" I smiled slightly. We spoke for another few hours until I fell asleep, my head resting on the plane window. I was awakened by the plane landing with a bump, I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and gently shook the girl, who had fallen asleep.
"Landing" I told her when she gave me a puzzled look. She smiled in return. We got off the plane and I looked to the sky, it was dark, probably around midnight. The stars shone brightly in the clear night sky. Before I left the airport I said my goodbyes to the girl who had say next to me on the plane.
"Goodbye" I said warmly.
"Good luck with Alfred. I'm Amelia by the way" she smiled. She reminded me of America so much, always smiling, nice to strangers.
"Thank you, I'm Arthur" I got a taxi to Americas house and sighed. I paid the driver and got out the car. All the lights were off, it was around 2am now so everyone would have gone home. I thought about knocking but decided against it, he would take one look at me and slam the door in my face. I looked under the welcome mat that said 'home of the HERO' and found a spare key. I took a deep breath and unlocked the door.