Forgive Me ~Hetalia~

Chapter 5

•I don't own Hetalia, if I did I wouldn't be writing this.

America liked war. He really did. In the past he hated it, it broke up families and shattered people's happiness, but America didn't care about that. If America couldn't have those things why should anyone else? Surely he deserved them more than anyone, he didn't exactly have an easy life. He had recently declared war on Russia, before he would've been hesitant to do so but now...well, now he embraced the idea. 'Show the commie who's the real boss' he thought, and he did, Russia was no match for him. He had grown cold and mean, not to mention much stronger, America was almost positive he was taller than Russia now, scarier too!

England hated being alone. That was a fact. Even though he was mean and cruel he couldn't stand being it. But it had come to that, America didn't want him anymore and the other nations probably didn't even like him. Sure, Canada had tried to visit him a few times but England kept him out with magic. The only person he wanted to see was America. But today was the day, the world meeting was in London and the Englishman had decided to try and break out of his reclusive behaviour. He didn't wear a suit, just some normal clothes: jeans, a t-shirt and some trainers. He didn't really feel like dressing up fancy. He drove to the meeting, he would walk but he didn't want people to look at him, he had gotten even more self conscious in the past few month, he had been incredibly self conscious since he became an ex empire, he had lost so much in the ways of appearance and personality. He walked into the meeting room and everything seemed to stop. The nations that he once would've called friends just stared at him, mouths open and eyes wide. Except Russia of course, he just gave a 'friendly' smile. He only stayed for about 40 minutes or so, the strange looks were getting to him, the only ones that had spoken to him were North Italy, Japan and Canada. He got up out of his seat and nobody tried to stop him, well, maybe Canada did but England couldn't hear him all that well. As he left was about to leave a man walked in, taller than Russia, England had to crane his neck up to see who it was. It was America, but he didn't have his glasses. England just stared, along with all the others in the room. America didn't seem to notice England, but England smiled for the first time in months as a single tear rolled down his pale face.
"...America?" England croaked out, his voice full of worry. America looked down to see His face and gave an extremely small smile although his eyes were still full of hurt and anger. England leaped towards him and hugged him tightly, never wanting to let go. America hugged him back and his smile grew slightly. England jumped back, teas streaming down his face. "I'm sorry..." He realised that America probably didn't forgive him and ran from the room, trying to forget it had happened. Leaving a hurt American standing in the doorway.

This was created by me and mlphetalialuv so I hoped you've enjoyed it so far! ^_^