The Voice In My Head ~UsUk~

Chapter 24

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

{Americas POV}

"Aye?" The Scotsman said from the other side of the phone call.
"Scottie, it's America. Can you come over to my place in California, it's about England" I said seriously.
"I can't right now, I can be there by the end of the week laddie" a pause "what's wrong with Arthur?" His strong voice getting weaker. Even though they don't speak it's easy to see that they care about each other.
"It's about...Oliver. I just, just want you to check him over and see if he's coming back or what. Me and Artie are kind of a thing, like dating...I guess, and Mattie told me 'bout this" there was a deathly pause, I felt extremely uncomfortable, like Scotland would reach through the phone and kill me for touching his brother.
"Aye, I can understand yer concern, I can't get there any quicker so just be nice to him, say nice and reassuring stuff. Just don't let him think down about himself"
"Cool, bye Scottie!" I called down the phone.
"And America?" A poison in his voice
"Yes?" I replied hesitantly.
"If I find out you've slept with me brother I'll kill ya" he said matter of factly, although it still scared me shitless, he would find out and he would kill me. He hung up and I smacked the phone down on the bathroom counter, causing a loud 'bang'. I stalked back to the kitchen to find Arthur struggling with some toast. It was fucking burnt. Like completely black, how does that happen when you put it in a timed toaster?
"Where's Mattie?" I asked, he was no-where to be seen, not unusual for him but I still worry.
"He left, something about Prussia and the frog" Arthur mumbled, he was fumbling with the toast, a disturbed look on his face.
"Iggy what's wrong?" I stepped closer to him, putting a hand on his slim shoulder.
"Nothing" his voice was a whisper "just that I failed to make probably the most simple food on the planet" he looked down and tossed away the burnt item, sighing loudly. I turned his head around and kissed him softly.
"Don't beat yourself up about it Iggy, I don't mind so neither should you" I gave him a big smile and kissed him again. He gave a tiny sigh, he probably didn't think I heard it but I did. A frown plastered on my face and I cupped his head in my hands.
"Don't fucking start this again Arthur. I know what your doing so stop it" I kissed his nose and he tilted his head up so I was kissing his lips, he put his hands in my hair and I returned the favour.
"You know that I really do love you Arthur?" I asked him seriously, my eyes gazing into his. He nodded.
"I know you do" he returned shyly. At that moment millions of thoughts ran through my mind a once; was Oliver in Arthur's head right now? If not then why was he so upset, he never cared that he couldn't make food before, it was always ruined but he said he wouldn't have it any other way. Arthur walked out of the kitchen and went to the bathroom, I heard the door lock and muttered voices.
"Arthur?" I called from the other side.
"Yes!" He snapped.
"Are you okay? Your talking to yourself in there" I got really worried, that was one of the signs, I took a deep breathe and yanked the door open, the lock was no match for my strength. England has leaning into the sink, his head resting on the cold white bowl.
"What're you doing?" I asked.
"Just sitting, what does it look like I'm doing?" He replied with a small amount of venom in his voice. I was taken a aback slightly, I know England is rude and his mood can change extremely quick but there was something off about this. I picked him up without saying a word, he protested loudly and wriggled around in my arms but my grip stayed strong. I took him to the livingroom and placed him on the couch.
"What are you doing!" He exclaimed, trying to free himself but I was holding him down.
"You are not going to leave my sight until Scotland gets here. I don't care what you say, we got into every room together" he gave me a puzzled look that soon turned into a fearful one.
"Why the bloody hell is Scotland coming here! You know we don't get along" he pleaded, I knew they weren't on the best of terms but Scotland loved his brother nonetheless. And I knew that England did too, although he would rather die than admit it.
"Just for a visit, and to check up on you, he's your brother y'know? He cares" I stated, I didn't want to give much away about the plan because I didn't know how England would react. I kissed him and pulled him up onto my knees, I got the TV remote and pressed it on, it automatically turned to the horror channel because it was the last one I watched. I watched the film and screamed at every little thing. Don't say I'm a baby because if you were here you would scream too! Arthur sighed every time I did this and I placed a small kiss on his head to try and lighten up his mood. I don't think it worked though.
"I'm going to have a shower America" he got up and I followed behind him, quickly reminding him that he wasn't aloud out of my sight. He sighed loudly but continued towards the bathroom.