The Voice In My Head ~UsUk~

Chapter 19

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

{Americas POV}

I plastered a fake smile on my face during the party, I acted the part of the 'Hero' though I felt like anything but. I didn't tell anyone about what happened and I convinced France not to either, although I had a suspicion he had mentioned the matter to Prussia and Spain. Canada appeared next to me and I jumped.
"Sorry Mattie, didn't see ya there" I said, trying to make my voice sound as happy and carefree as possible.
"What's wrong Al? Something's up with you, tell me, eh?" How did he know? I thought I had hidden it so well, I was acting like my usual heroic self, had anyone else saw through my mask?
"I'm fine Mattie! What makes you say that" I gave a confident laugh.
"You seem off, different. Your not as loud as usual, it seems like there's something on your mind" he shot me a suspicious look, his violet eyes seemed to stare into my soul, urging me to confess everything.
"I'm cool, maybe you've just had to much to drink?"
"Tell me. I'm your brother for maples sake. You can tell me anything!" his whisper of a voice grew loud, shockingly loud. It turned into a shout and I was taken aback by it, I had never heard Canada be this loud. Never. Luckily over the sound of music and chatter no-one else heard.
"Hey Birdie! The awesome me was looking for you!" A German accented voice called. Prussia strutted over to us, Gilbird resting on his snow-white hair. He placed a short kiss on Canada's cheek.
"Awesome party America. Not as awesome as me, but still good" he chuckled, his arm draped over Mattie's shoulder. I gave him a smile. Now Canada wouldn't ask me anymore questions. Not with Prussia here. I said bye to them, I heard Mattie's almost-silent protests begging me to come back but I ignored them easily. I spoke to Italy and Germany for a short while, Italy spouted nonsense about pasta and Germany thanked me for the invite before dragging the auburn haired man away. I was pretty sure they were together, Italy acted like they were but Italy was that sort of person, over affectionate. I gave a smile, Germany seemed happy enough to put up with his nonsense so maybe they were, he was strangely nice to Italy, nicer than he was to anyone else. Seeing people together like that just depressed me, it made me think of England and how much I care about him even though he broke my heart. I couldn't be too angry though, we weren't actually 'together' but it still hurt because he had acted different and he didn't mind me hugging him and even kissing his nose. I never stopped loving him, I still did even though he did that. I ignored the text he sent me, I couldn't really think straight and I didn't want to say-or rather text- something I would come to regret. I was walking to the bathroom when I was pulled into a room.
"What the fuck!?" I exclaimed, a hand was put over my mouth and the light was turned on. I was in my cleaning room, it was never really used and it was dusty, kind of ironic.
"Calm down Amérique it is just me" a French voice said harshly.
"What the hell. Why are we in here France?"
"I noticed Angleterre is not here? Has he contacted you? Have you contacted him?"
"He never comes to my party France. You know that. And no, I've not texted him or anything. I would say the wrong thing and mess it up even more" I told him, my head looking down.
"Ah. I see, well I must be going, the party is ending soon. No? I don't want I miss anything!" And with that he opened the door and left. I stayed there for a few moments thinking before I walked out and tried to enjoy the last 20 or so minutes of my party. After everyone had left I started to clean up some of the mess, I had tidied the kitchen and living room completely, only because it was extremely messy. I left the other rooms 'cause they weren't so bad. I headed upstairs and had a shower, when I was finished I put my American flag boxers back on and sat on my bed. My bed was next to a fairly big window that looked over hills. The stars could be seen clearly, the moon was a pale white that illuminated the dark sky. It was beautiful. I leaned over to my speakers, connected them with my phone and put on some music. The song made me remember England. Or maybe it was just the Hollywood side part of me.
It's just another night, and I'm staring at the moon.
Funny how this related. I was staring at the moon, thinking of how much I missed him.
Saw a shooting star and thought of you.
A star shot through the dark sky and I made a wish: for England to be here. I didn't care if he had feelings for me or not, I just wanted him to me near me, to hug me. I started to cry, my sobs silent like I was scared someone would hear even though the house was empty. I shuffled closer to the window and leaned my head on the window ledge. I lost focus of the song, he was singing about the waterside and singing a song, I wouldn't sing a song to England. He would think that to be cheesy. My head hit against the side of the ledge and I gained focus again, I rubbed my head.
I'm on the other side, as the skyline splits in two. Miles away from seeing you.
That again was true. There were so many miles between us, unfair really. If we were closer then maybe I could visit more often and we would be in a relationship.
But I see the stars from America, I wonder if you see them too?
Does he see the stars? He might be able to, if it's not too light in England. Was he looking at his stars earlier?
"A-America?" I whipped around and saw him. England.
So open your eyes and see.
I jumped off the bed and closed the distance between us, I cupped his head in my hands.
The way our horizons meet.
I kissed him. It was a slow gentle kiss at first and was one-sided. Then it grew more passionate, I licked his bottom lip and asked for entrance which he immediately gave me. We explored each other's mouths and battled for dominance, a battle I won. He wrapped his arms around my waist while I ran my fingers through his hair roughly. I broke off the kiss when my lungs screamed for air.
"I love you Arthur" I whispered.
"I love you, Alfred"